told in the dews of morning
of a structure of liberty --
a code for creativity --
coloring between the lines.
but anything can exist in this language
numbered and capitalized
and all the thing needs is a thinker
and a paintbrush or someone who paints.
and on the last day, watch your children,
listening to the purrs in the sunlight.
it sets again, in the west it sets,
so turn eastward for the new day.
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