Writing

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 Apollo's blunder

The glass moon submitted 

to the cold hard blackness

below, and Apollo just

watched, as the shards

burst into celestial words.

Sky

A swaying hammock softly

suspended skyward, in it swings

a world of eternal energy.

Cotton clouds soaked in sulphur

spitting sad wet tears

that pummel the Earth in a

flash of hot asthmatic sobs.

The sun, a golden inferno

of burning liquid flames flung

down into the outstretched

arms of its adoring Inca race.

Then, from the shadows slinks

the moon with its cool smoky

glow, lulling humanity into its
lazy blue-tinged embrace.