Magenta

Spring
Is for shedding-
The undressing of
The extra man;
The parasitic snake,
Binding himself

Around my waist like
A scaly, emerald python.
The sun,
With her booming,
Heroic glow,
Has chased off the

Shadows-
Tyrants of all
That is light, they
Are due to return
In several months-
To ransack the

Ethereal garden of
Hope, that seems to
Bloom in the pits
Of my pancreas,
Every couple of
Moons.

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