Deep Dreams
deep beneath the ivory dome
pools of bending colors show
lashing out into the air
all around have stopped to stare
paint their faces to the sky
weaving out an endless lie
dripping down to blind their sight
weave them all into the night
the hazy fog obscures the view
all colors seem to start anew.
Christopher Pitts/2012
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