Essential ruin

The sun warms the ruin
In the cored out hollow
Of my chest
It slants its simmer in
My direction obliquely
It whispers this is the
Essence of all that
You have been and ever
Scorched earth holds birth
In its charred hands
Allotted molecules
A mosh pit of nexts
Sweating their life into
A wasp nest of
Possibility

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