Day 9
twisted hue, full-brazen violet.
It snakes without the bite,
venomless, curves all around,
one bridge from base to neck,
a coronet without a crown.
of a blacksmith, its metal base,
strict in its overt devourment,
seeks to eat each part piece by peace.
It drips, unstable, firey dreams
flown upon a still, fluorescent wall.
no landscapes shine beauty to admire.
Full glare, the rosebud warmth glows,
reaches higher, daring to perspire.
We watch this thickness shimmer thin,
the quill collapse into its cape.
as deftly and as swiftly as it was born.
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