They are exalted kisses reaching up into the heavens.

They are clarion oxygen invisibly bound to an iron core.

They are treetops rooted, reaching – wings’ resting-place.

They are magma veins pulsing beneath, between, and beyond.

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Synchronous harmony.

Emulsified spectrum of visible light.

No one piece exists in isolation.

They are the whole damned choir.