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Summit
I'm my love language of complexity
hidden hands tending
my own garden of orchids
I'm my hexagonal magnum opus
That etheric invocation steeped in providence
Where two things can be true
I'm inexplicable admiration
a memory of their golden voice
billowing through my disgraced luster
I, my molten ore of exaltation
Alabaster flames to transmuted ashes
I am my incapacitating guilt
beside my greedily frantic,
hellishly pulsating heart
Me, a Jagged mountainside
aflame of my own ruination
scorched to blackened contrivance
I'm my glowing magmatic emotion
flowing from embossed craters
left smoldering from
fires of rebirth
