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I pronounce it as river as snow as melting riverbanks flushed by tears.

I pronounce it as waves as anchors as floating compass heading to Ithaca invisible on the sea.

I pronounce it as sunsets as gaunt streets as rosy skies shattering into glittering pieces.

I pronounce it to be broken to be brassy to be coarse to be sharp hoarse and intimidatory that pierces through me as lightnings.

I pronounce it as storms as thick black clouds covering as flocks of thousands crows darkness and light surging underneath.

I pronounce it as voice as soul as spiritual retreat as tenderly flickering bravery.

I pronounce it as lighting strikes as swamps as a heaven of mires and a hell of cliffs.

I pronounce it to climb to fall to contemplate to be threatened by my own being.

I pronounce it as dried floods as icy flames as weathering undone by winds.

I pronounce it as stone as heart as blooming trees as wilting leaves as organic living beings.

I pronounce it as lungs as limbs as fingernails as threats and warnings tattooed on my body.

I pronounce it as danger as hope as the forever only truth in galaxies.

I pronounce it as freedom as goodness as discomfort as chaos as passion as pain as hope as sin as all irreversible wanting burning scarletly.

I pronounce it as knives as bullets as toxins as cures so much alike to drugs as blades bounded with healings.

I pronounce it just to blind myself thus to see, to silent myself thus speak.

I announce it as poetry.

2021.6.28