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Silent Noon Storm 
Clouds Come Thru.
Moves as Sun Set 
Brim Stone Do.

From Faint to Meteorite
Bright TanjerRed,
On to 2 Budding 
Flower Beds.

Sprouting Up From The  
Ground Yellow  Red.
Right Before His
Shadowed Black Legs,

Blocked the Suns 
Beaming RainBow Shower.
While Loki Knelt Open Eyed,
Looking Down in Prayer.

2
An Evening 
Occasion,
Where Elohs 
Embark.

Come Out 
To Enjoy 
Tuesday Evening,
After Dark.

In The Garden 
Where Both,
Good And Evil 
Starts from Small.

And Bean Stalks!
Begin To Appear,
From Yellow Red 
Flower Beds.

3
Now Covered 
By Dung,
2 Stink Beetles 
Rolled Over.

A Seed Planted 
In Eden Is,
Blocked By A 
Fecal Structure.

Dry Soil Below 
Fresh Shit That 
Loki Stands Above 
And Gazed.

He Picked Some Up 
And Made a 
Ball Totally Amazed,
As He Begin To Wonder.

4
And Reshape Shit’s
Form Like a Child With,
Filthy Fingers during 
A Game being Played .

Humoring and In Awe
Asking the Question,
“Is This Really 
How Man Was Made ?”.

In the Palms of 
Little Iliads,
With All Mighty
God Names.

Like Dame Desu,
Present In Kemet 
Blocking the
Sun Rays!

5
Knowing That 
These Forms Can,
Never Maintain 
Their Shape.

To Be Weighed on 
Fairy Tales Between,
Jezebel and Jerusalem 
On a Sliding Scale.

Paradox Life as Loki 
Blows Night Wind,
Thru His Created 
Mud Vessel.

Exposing Its 
Soul To,
The Cold 
Of Sheol.