Food Coloring

Fragility is as totality does.
Impersonal linguists deny their reelings.

I am a glass water,
a droplet broken by heat,
dissipated not into an atmosphere,
but into space;
that's the future,
and I'm not yet ready,
to go up, out, and into never.

I can't bring myself to rage
against dying lights
because lit is a genre
that's bound to be 
extinguished 
by its own name
by its own tempo;
early liquid 
drowned fire
early ash.

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