This poem is an iridescent string
pulled
from a cavity on my person.
One would think the string might
dissipate into the dry air,
but it remains.
How wonderful to have the line outside of me
away from the
abstract
and the realm of forms.
There it is:
an iridescent line,
proving my existentance and potential
immortality.
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