::: Poem :::

A little aluminum bird glaringly ugly
Wheezes at the sight of an angel in the blueness

In the deeps there is air
In the deeps there is iridescent darkness’s beyond
Tired
Clouds of red eyes
swinging in slime

Cauldrons of things
In Chinese water
Cats and elephant balls
Silent
Becoming hideous

Come down
Into the pure distance, then
Come up
Into the sky
Be part of the air
Be part of the soot
And the sunset
Be part of the highest treetops
Be covered with fortitude

Written by: ~ Janelle Finamore

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