I

Glowing growing haze like the life-blood
Beauty of fireflies burning explicitly gentle,
Knotted in gold wonder to lanterns of fragile paper,
Crimson in magenta god.

Then flying wave after wave after wave
Down brick brackish roads so earthy in
Warmed Spanish stone, burnt by sun-orb
-Out into antithesis of night insects
Internal in other world fragility. The

True truth

Free so lamentably free to find
Morbid white demise.
Gone, to forever be life.



Music- None.

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