The opalescent orange disc scrolling the timeless width is like the iridescent optics initializing my hyperlinks bursting the rays and flecks of his brown restive irises scrolling the shimmer of skin of my perfect time livid now tangerine before curtaining for four billion years and four billion bytes opalescent will burn for four billion turns before combusting and dismembering. all data, domain, design reconstructible and retrievable but terminably inconsequential and definitely, finitely abysmal.
-a reworked version of earlier lines written after a run facing the half-sun
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From WordPress : “Share a photograph inspired by a favorite poem, verse, story, or song lyric.” at:
(blog admin’s note: Wordpress used Yeats; i’ve used Yeats here countless, including the particular Wordpress Yeats verse. This post is half-in-reverse of WordPress: it is not my favorite verse because it is my own half-texts and nothing like the way the sun dances — i’m taking silly chances)