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Lionfish

Upon the spotlight under empty skies
Promethean happiness
The only texture derived from the eye
Pirouettes on a pinhead bound to tumble
After every fall torn to shreds
Pestled to powder blown into the void
A flame against nothingness
Vanish and reset
Upon the spotlight in pitch black.

(Empty ear as loud as a mountain
How does nary a shadow feel on skin
Lifetime of a planet)