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J.T. HARDING, JAMES TIMOTHY NICHOLS, MARV GREEN
In that heat I thought I saw
A little piece of me pull further from the core
I’m not here, but I’m not gone
Only half a space away from feeling more
I have been passive in water, in soak
In between, is where my body floats
Coloured in pastel grey clouds of thick smoke
But it’ll clear, and I’ll be here in it all
In that heat, no holding on
The little pieces fill the spaces left before
I’m not here, I moved on
Only half the pace, the calmness takes the fore