The Migration of Polka Dots from Void to Jungle to Sun to Void to Sun to VoidA Poem by HawkmoonWillow of glowering Towers, the branches of the celestial wisdom spiralling out into rooftops where the New Gods wait, their suntans igniting in perfect sequences of chromosomal supernovae every last dollar bill raining down like some monsoon of human moodrings a thousand stitches in the wound of Godzilla, the green sky on the edge of the Horizon bursting into Machines that Burst into applause that bursts like the sound of Mimes in a Funhouse, astonished narcoleptics crashing to the floor to the sound of one hand clapping, but still: nobody knows what the Hand is Clapping for, until the Sky turns colors and the Chameleon arrives, dressed in the Flag that they Found at the edge of the Cambrian Explosion when there were stairwells of light that could be climbed simply by opening an eye within an eye, harmonics of wisdom coded in the Migration of Polka Dots
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