Streaks of phosphorescent air jolting awake a stream of metallic amplitudes rising and falling like leaves of orange and red taking root and punctuating the earth with a swath of finger paint. oh but to see the angels conducting melodies from the pain. to see each contortion being held aloft the green thumb in perfect balance. the account paid in full. 40 pieces of silver. a life bought and owned.. a gift. 

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