rumbling into the kitchen
under a frowning black cloud
density wilted everything in the path
food processor, microwave and dishwasher
coldly cringed, silently,
fallout of dusty thoughts
settled on breathing creatures
knowing better held their tongues
caffine saturated, clouds drifted by
replaced with a shining smile
lighting up the atmosphere,
orange suns put out the black holes
till another schizophrenic day
aren't we all allegoric, cloning, replicating
deviating, for another scene another way
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