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Birds dipped in oil with solutional skies,

Vomiting sulfur, the same shade I cry,

Straightforward I can't ignore the stark shining fractured light,

This world is sick, colorfully, violently wrong,

Smothered in Tyrian red like tears,

Dreaming of iridescent, opalescent and untouchable sights,

Wholly unworthy and apprehensive of your art,

I lie and turn asunder, over the edges,

THE MOST GOLDEN AND CHEMICALLY INTERESTING SUNS

WHIRLING LIKE MAELSTORMS OF VERMILLION SUBLIMITY

SENDING ME INTO OBLIVION IN A PARKED CAR AT A CROSSROADS

ALL BARELY HERE LIKE GHOSTS ON THE PLAINS

SURROUNDED BY SOARING ULTRAMARINE AND INFINITE LAKE

CRYSTALIZED SIZE AND CERULEAN THINGS

SEETHING IN RUSTING, USED ORPIMENT WINGS