Through atomic microscopes
it’s August but it is dark and may snow.

This century’s waste already stands tall, but this A.M. sun rays came like snow unsnapping white clasps to white headbands. 

White on white. 
In bridal light one sees seraphic whites. 
A small number appear...   
 
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The music says rot, handcuffing only a few.