Erupting like knurled crystals,
emulating the aspect of the sun with every leaf,
they leach the memories of the dirt,
making their way to water
and strangling the rock of the cliff.
With its hard lines broken jagged
it didn't shudder as it crumbled,
imagining the dust it would become
pooling up in dunes by the shore,
just as formless as before.
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