And then the cold
went straight through me
all my heat radiating
outward as fleeing
pigeons from a loud sound
no thief, just a repulsive
blow at my center
vibrations pushed past
skin and its molecules
outward to escape
from a place just south
of lungs; left from
the subtle explosion,
stale beauty and gold
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