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Radius
CYCLE II: FIRE
Bend center point to bell line’s sallied curve,
Let sun-fire burn eternal death unseen.
With secrets of the smallest world disserve,
Prometheus’s touch rend all unclean.
As Icarus with Atlas’ weight upheld,
The world itself turned Sol upon its own
With Cherry Blossom’s once “long cape” immeld.
Let Fat Man strike, “broad island” ash and stone.
On walls are shadows sole reminders burned,
For all who still on winds in vapors blow.
And domes in molten metal’s twisted turn,
Black Arts were born releasing atom’s flow.
Some bottles won’t contain when Djinn have fled,
It was this which gave radius, the dead.
April 15 - NaPoWriMo 2017
Bend center point to bell line’s sallied curve,
Let sun-fire burn eternal death unseen.
With secrets of the smallest world disserve,
Prometheus’s touch rend all unclean.
As Icarus with Atlas’ weight upheld,
The world itself turned Sol upon its own
With Cherry Blossom’s once “long cape” immeld.
Let Fat Man strike, “broad island” ash and stone.
On walls are shadows sole reminders burned,
For all who still on winds in vapors blow.
And domes in molten metal’s twisted turn,
Black Arts were born releasing atom’s flow.
Some bottles won’t contain when Djinn have fled,
It was this which gave radius, the dead.
April 15 - NaPoWriMo 2017
Published 15th Apr 2017
| Edited 16th Apr 2017
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