January: Year-day 7

                 
                                           
                                            
January: Year-day 7
                                                       
Wake.  The neon night flicks rainbows.  Wake.  Wake.
If your constitution's slight, weak, your rights
crippled, stretch, exercise, or the false lights
will more and more distract you into lakes
of/ slick illusions/ where your spirits break,
frantic, and your drugged, favored flesh, those nights,
drowns.  Wake, for there are mysteries, ah, sights
of nature which alone can thwart mistakes.
                                                          
However, no.  So neon isn't true,
and does give an improper shade to you;
is a captured element, twisted by craft
for purposes often easy to view
with jaundiced minds.  That's really nothing new.
By men or not, all, seen and unseen, can.
                                                    
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