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Written: May 12, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann

Quote: “Set yourself on fire and seek those who fan your flame.” By Rumi
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I sliced through the strings 
that thawed my dreams in shadow,
tossing them into the time tiara 
of celestial orbs and supple styles.
Periwinkle-plum dawns defy time;
Bright blooms grow in cosmic cracks. 
Dusk falls on barren land, esoteric embers; 
With an aching heart, I walk alone, 
serenading with blue lotus meteors. 
The wand of Kismet gleams akin to stone, 
as cinnamon-glazed magic unravels.
Each shift is a fascinating fight—
light-flecked drape, lyrical elixir, elegies;
curling mulberry-leaf marrow fades. 
After the kernel, I strive for clarity 
without crash or catharsis, without pain. 

A lovely wind touches my smile— 
In the pulse of erased promise.
An impending divorce is stipulated. 
In echoes of exquisite and ubiquitous, 
lavender-sequined crystals of shift,
I sail beyond the rhyming reefs to embrace divorce. 
Cut wistful strings, salty lines, diving into rhapsody... 
Torn uncanny links below heavy waves,
free to explore unmet routes 
amid vanilla plankton tears. 
May I find solace in every crooked teal smile.

O, if sepia pearls and reverie state a split,
I release and love what is not meant to stay.
Even with moon megalomania, using past wisdom,
the plants wide wings amid the warm sky
and herbs flexed with a deceased breeze of joy.
I sip in the glorious, gold-and-cherry air, 
Clouds of bewilderment have dissipated.
In a captivating cosmos, clarity clings. 
Hunger, turmeric-tinted roses follow an idyllic climb,
and whispers shout boldly—unafraid, Nix!
Ominous night glows appear as we fly across the sky.
We claim our position under brilliant beams 
and the rose-glazed moon,
while myths merge across endless twilight.
Heartbroken after its fateful odyssey,
among the stars, free from a fixed kismet.
I will sleep calmly, wishing for plum rings
to create a pearlescent paradise.
The Estuary of Esoteric Embers 
laces my home with soul-searching chimes, 
                    whistling away in flavors of forgiveness.
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