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crystal balloons rising, not fast,
not chaotic, but in queues

scales of water
pattern an alligator skin
upon a smooth brow
like a prow

cutting past the lips
and in great sips
passing by in the silence.
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Cola in a glass

Regan Kraaij

Darkness sweating
crystal balloons rising, not fast,
not chaotic, but in queues

scales of water
pattern an alligator skin
upon a smooth brow
like a prow

cutting past the lips
and in great sips
passing by in the silence.