Immolation Arch

at daybreak
the future shines chrome yellow
like the enamel of a schoolbus
full of teenage anarchists who swear:
they will get it right

until a life of time passes
without pry or notice
as the cities fill to fulfill
their invented purpose

and the world the same,
having glowed before
and met with solemn vows
starts to bore

for dawn is a bride draped in an ochre veil
whose luscious hues soon go pale

but her yellow stuff
that paints the mountains
that paints the trees
that paints the sea

that made fervors yearn
like fever burns
the earth, it turns
skin red

with the prickled sense
of a color wheal:

it reminds us,
the brilliant are responsible
for all undoing


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