You must first pick
up your ladle compass
and draw those white rings
in a solar system,
drag them along
endlessly, till the black
eclipse circle stands out
prominently. Squeeze those
oily planets, and let
them be absorbed in
the orbit, fade off like
flickering comet imaginations.
Slap the cheeks of
the solar system with
brown roasted paperbacks.
Take the double-edged
stainless steel square spatula
to separate the white art
from the black board and
dropp it on a plate,
Victimize the thick bangle set
with side dishes ready
to be feasted by Gods............
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