(laptop dreams drowned in sun)
rectangles pregnant with
a thing that lasts.
semaphores, in the grass
name them as you will
signal flares, later on
a thing to grasp.
egocentric hands and lips
favored brands of transcendence,
thirst for water scarce as
the thing, a mist.
people with abstracted eyes
ears of ears that don't let sound
could never dream to get
the thing, a kiss.
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