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In Essence

White paint
Courses through
Arid veins.
Sacruscant
Metal blue
Drops of rain
Become me
Through and through
Saturated
With you.

In essense
You are
In short
You are
In all
You are
In full
You are
In other words
You are
In so saying
You are

Loose winds,
Faineant
Pilgrim place.
Wet minds
A pageant
In outer space
Ginger phloem
You are
The shortest poem
Ever written
--June 2005