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a visual poem
or a poem's visual
that is
what it was
you may call it a gesture in & of movement
by the sea
under the sky of blues
from where it poured the spherical darts
with the wind's swirl in unison
this was his dance
they said
how wrong
they knew not
that it was
a visual poem
him
becoming the confluence
of elements
in trance
his feet
in assimilation with the squelched red
the darts-the liquid blossoms kissing the skin relentless
the gales the gusts becoming him
what's unseen - the fire within
his dermis where it touched and kissed
the gales the clay the aqua
and that is where
the poem glowed it's brightest
some called it
a ball lightning
some saw it
a flash that's green
no one knew
what it was
no one knew
the unfolded scence
simple thing they knew not
it was only
a poem seen
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