open pastures under blackened ceiling bubbling skies, a wide-eyed wondrous
turbulent circle cycling recklessly natural, hurling the earth from
palm to open palm, throwing itself upward
in a glorious blaze of exuberant bolt,
a hayfire crackles its mute applause
as a halo of stars encircles the crown of the
freshly injured soil, as it runneth over
with darkest, ugly oil
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