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Fires of Olympia
  dormant
      by smoky torrents
      of acridity.

The steamy rings
    hiss of tears
    throwing up clouds
    of nuclear ash.

Time’s seasonings renew
   the grey forgettings
   of leached grounds.

Will smoulders
   within the pyre,
   the cardinal thrust
   of living desire.

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