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fissures form
across the black sky
between worlds
distant and hot
but they heal quickly
wishes seem wasted
on the caprice
finally
it is all consumed
in hot gold
a bellowing bounty
of fire puffing
huffing mocking smoke
billows
roaming in freedom
on hoof
and wing
Monet found the clarity
ridiculous
Van Gogh heard the wind
but paid it no mind
waiting for the night to return
I am but a poet
assigning letters order
is tasking
and asking sense from me
is amusing
the lighthouse
was built for Galleons
and I'm a canoe
still
I row
The steads of Helios have escaped
and traverse the sky
Icarus laughs for his good fortune
the race is on
but there is no finish
no loser
victory
waits for dawn
and the next dawn
a meteor once
was part of something
its demise is
spectacular
if noticed
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