Neptunian Sun
Grey sparkling polyester
veiling sunlight to tiny rainbow
wavicles
projecting an eternal movieshow
Sometimes I know where
the plot goes, over rockcandy
mountains,
under champagne waterfalls
between idle fantasy and
speculation
Shadows dance,
flicker like candle flame
Points hot and cool,
dappling patterns
Enhanced, processed
we are art
Left to our own itinerant vices
we are madness
a safety valve
between worlds
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