The morning gods,
imposing blue faces, fiery red eyes
faint green graces move
red berries still in bloom
among calming pastel yellows
a thousand leafless branches
get ready for ghostly dances in surreal spaces
the fire in the eyes dissolve in vivid pink-blue wings
what did they tell me
what do they tell you
what upon earth, in hell, heaven do they portend?
can we know?
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