iris eyes

the suns rise

can you see it?

" yes! "

an immortal cries
of elation

clear skies

a rainbow
of colors fly
as the golden wings
of a storm finds

the bearer of all things

" pulp's a fiction... "

and the poet describes
" life "
is an addiction

" the gods tribe "
not tribulation

rods delve
in revelation

" it ain't what you thank "
a bulb's creation

the flash of a sign....

" peripheral "
is the vision

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