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Bad Optics

In Autumn, often…
if on occasion
And oh so perversely ,

The Sun, being a Star
Acts the paparazzi

Sneaky ass celestial snap
-shots in acute and angry
angles… with contours
contemptuous of comings or
goings of lesser luster

A bitter burnish
A begrudging buff

Tone Poem…not mix …just raw from the DAW
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