Trinity Test

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Eggs scrambling from the inside.
My teeth in your cup and your teeth in mine,

Salinated, but a sea squirming between our night lamps
The moment we decided to give the sky a taste of rain

For a change. And away we go . . .
The water cycle but a suggestion nuns made

Respectfully, for visiting schoolboys of all sizes—


Should we roll backwards, feathers up,
Mother, downhill, from here.

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