[cento]

The sunset's hectic rant paints itself
Across tumbling hills, as the colours blend:
Lemon, mango, peach, and
Orange lights spangle over hillsides;
Pinkened with cerise from the
Round red watermelon sun.

In the pin-prick dead of night,
Alabaster lights suddenly shoot upwards.
Stars are awkwardly drawn in the midnight sky -
Each one of them standing like a shadow:
Singular silhouettes in this slow and
Dry-mouthed stretch of night.

The snow-caked roofs are coloured
With bland Submission:
Overexposed, like an X-ray,
And just as monochrome.
Risk an open eye and feel the ice hit your iris:
As the rigid landscape weeps
And is sent out of sight; somewhere, becoming rain.

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