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You
You rinse your hands, hand over hand,
and shake the water off. It rains.
You toss your head, and each blazing hair flings
a cloud of crystals. Snow drifts rise in our yard.
You whistle, and whirlwinds spiral,
rearranging the dust of the Great Plains.
Breathing, you excite the ocean;
your waves lick our shores and retreat, like You..
You blink your eyes in what is for you
a nano-second. The planet goes dark.
You thump the drum of firmament;
we hear an affirmation of thunder.
You listen for us as we listen for you.
A thin membrane tears. Sometimes.
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