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A blazing fire hangs in the sky. The clouds absorb the reds and oranges. The blue atmosphere of the day Is taken over by the smooth red that burns. Where does this red come from? Where has this blue gone? The red is just the human perception Of the great light that enters the atmosphere When the blazing gaseous body above your head Says goodnight to the ground at your feet. And don’t worry, stardust creature, The blue will return When the red’s fire is extinguished. Except it will not be the daylight blue you know; It will be bolder, Wider. I will contain so much more possibility, And it will swallow you whole. W