Flaming Color

Tiny Twitter -de-de-dees, placed, tenderly

with hope flowing at the speed of light.

A shoe box of boyhood; costly as nard, priceless

to his mother’s heart.

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Ah, the Muse. She spins her fickle spell!

Like the Leviathan, she turns and swells,

Frothing up both dark and light from fathoms deep.

The center holds-Flaming Glory forms

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The Seed, the Germ Herself, altering as she is,

pales, fails, sweeps, arises in the majestic,

Blaze of its master’s eye.

 

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