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WORD
GAME
Red
gouts of magma catapult and fall
with
no more moment on a sterile plain
than
waveforms that collapse inside an atom.
Tempests
of liquid methane claim no lives,
Galaxies
collide, no one is injured.
...
(For full text see
the Kindle ebook The
Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)
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