like fire in old growth
solitude cleanses time pollution
accumulated toxins
in life lived linear
alone I clear the artery
to my soul's imperative
companionship exists in newtonian minutes
a petrochemical
fumes that choke
exhaust
blackening my lungs
too much time encrusting a line
will bend it into a circle
circuit closed engulf
burst into flames
release these seeds of succession
planted aroused in razed salted earth
free of time pollution
alone, I breathe again
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