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“How are you Adam?”

Purple fantasies of violet screams,
Streaks of lightning shattering scenes,
My eyes drink up white light
Streaming from forms surrounding
So naked in jubilant flights.
Then, sudden arrival into fractured soul
Dooms with burdens placed
The melancholic fable foretold!
The lines of blue tickle up my form
Ceasing into background
Colors empty, sinking into waxy balms.
Milky sweat disintegrates into form unseen,
Run confused before the unclean,
Disarray revealing tragedy blessed
For I exist in multitude bright!
Aquamarine presence in epic delight!
Delectable elections of Adam’s fall,
Definition arrives, sweet fables run,
Gather myself into holes of envy,
Faith places me,
Red doom of Earth, I reach past Past
Into bags of actions, unconcerned
With color, the visions of beyond.

“Fine and you?”