this wraith

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Kitchen matches, beads of sweat
Silver burning on the stove
A temptress of infinite jest, transfixed
Sinking, an ocean overflows
Metamorphoses from metaphor
Reality fashioned - from memory of dream
A solid to a liquid,
Then she manifests as steam
Polymorphic states of being
The means outweigh the end
Impatient with no less
A more pressing matter to amend
The constellations turn to coffee grounds
Continents return to crumbs
Sojourn comes to a slow collapse
Debatably conscious and decidedly numb
The cycle comes full circle
Subtracting substance from the sublime
Languid on the linoleum, this wraith
Rendered rigid in rime
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