In a pinch of light,
waiting it to happen―
becoming me.
You, my crush―
floundering in fever
of the moon.
I track you down
in the tears
of earthquake, when
snow was trembling.
Thin needles in eyes―,
I retrieve the―
history of fallen
god.
A survivor would
rise from the rubble
to reconstruct the shrine.
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