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No viscous-tricky blend

So let it seep –

Through my death-knell armour scenery

The neon fresco fire -flies, and Nothing,

if Anything, seems less than the unusual.

When we rail, en pointe, to find balance,



When the auto-crows train promulgate

(To, bright lights! Comfort! and time, time, time!):

Is it red I see or an idle transmutation?



So, render me speechless –

Paint me pastel,

Mark my chalkboard with erase

But don’t lose me in the spitting of an eye



For I am fashion, they are stardust

And when I fall I become a little more

Of what am I. (What

                                 Is

                                    I?)



Riddle me: with my soggy super-hero cereal

Gonna sink an Iron Man into daybreak,

Take on a trolley car for a race up to the bay



Come along; help steer the wreck

And we’ll be all that we become

But nothing less;

No less than Anything

– And unusual.