This inconsistency

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This inconsistency —

I want everyone to evaporate

Then I want them to fall from the indigo wall between me and the stars, back into me

Then I want them to evaporate, green and misty

Then fall into my seedless chest again

Then evaporate, whooshing like passing cars, splashing upward the brown mist into limbs and grackle caws and…