‘Sort of'
‘Sort of a starry night
A la Van Gogh:
Sort of
Sort of'
The whirligig of
Energy
Ever-increasing
Ever-twining
Restless energy
Last night had snipers
And with loaded
Guns.
A huge snake rose
Out of the writhing seas
Forked
Its tongue played
The Waltz of the Decay
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