Dripping visions collide with the fantastic,
It was a failure, dressed or not dressed.
One of the triumphs became one of the losses,
Bunches of lilacs and groups of roses.
Once upon a time, repeated shocks antagonized us,
Battling for the worst, being antipathetic
And breaking up the earth like a brawl.
We encountered the earth splitting and rolling,
Spitting its blood, falling foul of the moon.
Duels of the planet jostled with death,
Exchanging blows, encountering deceit,
Opposing one another like children,
Of the heavens and planets, the stars out at night.
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