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Beams, they darkened the edges of the surface

Emboldened, Emblematic, it is a fusion on the surface

Vestige of a spill, curled on to the surface

Surface is conjugal, coagulant and coalesced

It is hiding its fuming films beneath the bone

Sure, it is conjugal, ashes are fractals too

Tangent to the light, smoldered skins

Priming on the pelt, opaque cells of breath

Orthogonal to everything, prisms felt frenzy

Reflection, strange semantics of reflection

Meaningless glasses reflected for simple reasons

Etched out kernels are pivoted around the gaze

Third pole of the cross, fifth element of nature

Surface began peeling away, truths are born in manifolds