On the rise, i turn to peek
The star of our arrival on creep
Pulling out and away
But it was one of those days
A dawn of burgeoning sloth
By the mark of maybe day
Of maybe night and maybe nay
A contradiction flutters weak
And there a purple, lazy streak
Lays upon the world
To all who turn to camera quick
The purple flow is much too slick
And will slip from you metal eyes
I take it as sign, And thus
I take it slow to rise
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