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
love
the bearer of all things
infinite
" 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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