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Description
A flame at the end of you,
To roll your threads back,
To iron your nose down,
And trim your hands red-

In a blueish-saffron coat-
To bury you in a whirl
Of a crisp tesla mesh:
Gouging marbles through

With the most beautiful day
One kick behind,
And the darkest day
Punching holes through;
The sun shines shades
On an empty man

Nothing is left to say.

Description
A flame at the end of you,
To roll your threads back,
To iron your nose down,
And trim your hands red-

In a blueish-saffron coat-
To bury you in a whirl
Of a crisp tesla mesh:
Gouging marbles through

With the most beautiful day
One kick behind,
And the darkest day
Punching holes through;
The sun shines shades
On an empty man

Nothing is left to say.