---I choose---
--All the hues--

-------original poetry-------

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I.

Leafing through the
Pamphlet of people---
I shall choose all the hues,
For repetition becomes monotonous.
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Palace of living frescoes,
Our Earth-mother that dances rainbows
Trailing crystal aviation through
The orange atmosphere.
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She brings me effortlessness,
And the Sky-father, vigor of transcendence.
Flesh cannot overtake our progeny:
We, the ether-born of Gaia
With stone wings.

II.

I see the ones half-sunken
(The forgetful ones, our sad siblings)
Into the tumbling quicksand, down-spiralling
Self-shrunken by faithlessness
Until they become sandseed.
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Precious particulate:
Revived by the wand-touch of love,
Miracle of worlds-within-worlds, our
Brethren soar as sprouts
Formerly inert.
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Humanity paws its sleepy eyelids,
Unthaws from hibernation's blizzard
Only to be paralyzed by astonishment
At new beauties now beheld.

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