NaPoWriMo Day 4: c

In constant, a duality

A measure of lines

by it’s speed,

your weight supports us all.

I’ve run my hands through gold bars,

set up the plate against the sky

a remembered where you left your diary.

The reaction yellows, but is unable

to push.

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