Colossal
I feel
I am widdiful
A bloom of colossal
Making my way to the rooftop
Beneath, stars hung from gossamer
The windows, I pass in flashing strobe
In the stripes of a crook, I face the moon
Treading the prism of the crashing rain
The city darkens beneath my heal
My back, to the rising
Bloom of colossal,
I am widdiful
I feel
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