Not all visions get along.
Sometimes a pretty yellow one
will light up everything
like sunshine in a song –
and it’s just wrong. A sulky blue
behemoth’s getting squeamish:
he’d rather not be seen
in company like that.
(About to be a visionary spat.)
And yet, looked at together –
vying about who will tether whom
into a blooming unity –
the one determinedly beatific,
the other virulently mad –
compositionally speaking,
they don’t look bad.
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