meaning sky
is that face or facade ?
body or bodice ?
eye or I ?
color blue reshapes its structure
metal sobbing in the ore
the colored, visiting colorlanes
you looked for hair in the clouds ?
how about its underneath ? how about its intellect?
when it's even more wonderful and weighty
like female-names
their hormones hungrily imaginative
transforming into plasma
those daylight drops are painted white and yellow
paint squeezed out waterless
applied directly from the tube
making tornados with night-stars
sprinkling the village below
with yellow granular cornlight
and snow begins
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