Best Transpiration Poems

rain drops gently fall
flora lush and rivers gush
all over again...

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The lamps malignant overhead transpire
steel to stars, and I
floating over silver highway, am 
transpiring dreams
to cars, expectations
passing fast into the horizon.

Tell me, do these dreams die?

Does that which seems so living,
fold over settling 
into smoke,
or become a supernova,
a host
of a new neuroses-
the black mouth of...

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