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Each moment opened and closed

A hundred hundred more

Opened and closed a hundred

Hundred more after those until

The clatter of it all crackled like

Her laughter loud and electric

as the current moved through him

And he heard the multi-foliate rose

Unfold as each petal grew and fell

Each moment’s possibilities flourishing

Then collapsing upon themselves

So quickly he could barely breathe

As if love were a mountain waterfall

And he caught up in her tumult and mist