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Exultant
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This evening is so perfect it makes my soul hurt
that I can't dissolve into it,
like in a Dali painting
exalted in knowing that miles below my skin
exults transcendent effort
at that dissolution
trembling joy
but makes me wonder
why nights like this always
lead to thoughts of my extinction
Nice...and it would make a good addition to that other poem...Pam
i have changed my mind. i like "exalted / exults." i think that this particular piece could benefit from typical punctuation and capitalization. just a vibe i get. i'm still somewhat iffy on "soul," but otherwise i adore this piece.