of merciless blue
meets the unsanctuary of the bass-voiced rolling green, wets its lips...
and swaggering, laughs in its belly at their seamless junction...
...that laugh,
if
it was heard, by few...or by many,
could seem a shriek...
... be visible
as a piercing flash...
but would it?
.... all things have a belly....
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