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Bright blue and green with yellow suns

Sheen, movement of longitudal liquid runs

Suicidal, incidents of depleting funds

Repeating, once more again with emphatic alacratic guns

Rending, sundering and thundering electric air

Blundering like blunderbusses upstanding hair

Yet through this glare, this whole affair

Serenity is found again, stillness isn’t lost

Arriving wasn’t the only imaginary answer

Abandoning metaphor before it loses meaning

If you stare too much, you’ll find yourself leaning