From the cracks of the mind
a dormant magma is percolating,
oozing to inundate a slumbering
dream, indolent.
It conflagrates the dead boughs,
& the leaves.
New configuration,
set up,
upgraded.
Vagrant dream,
free of stagnation,
always
blazing.
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