Works in Progress.
Art, however you feel!
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Chimes align with satellites, night after night.
When the solar wind burst, they fly.
Far from where they originated, orange inflated star inundated.
Coal raiment, sole quake, soul naked, so incendiary, air raided.
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