Opera on the Deep End
Dawn upon fingertips, fishing for shells.
Tails dug into the earth, free through the blue;
Of electrostatic atmospheres, and watercolour midnight
That bleeds below in twilight.
Ink on the margins
Hungry, swallow the sun;
––Engulfed in fiery illusion––
The combustion of the universe;
It's a firework's enlightenment.
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