As the opulent concord crashes
a cyclic
solar system concords
in illusory
geometry…
strumming
the heart with harmony
a
blinking moon’s method
to refract
wisdom’s white
in red
holey halos; sight
tempting
serpents to twist t’wards
the secret
symbolic eye
I? Oh! U….nothing
Mothing
into the light
consumed
by and with
luminosity
Blooming
without resume
In and to
the night
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