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 Firework  (9 ratings)by Stephen W. Cote A punk ignites the revolutionary Pierces the armor of Darwin's reality The audience expects a capricious morning glory Avoiding cypress trails of social inhospitality Flash-burned fingers mingle over the fuze A sparkle takes and the cautious fingers move Smoldering fumes color space with gray hues Anticipation abates to silence as the universe is loose The fantasia of fan tracery flames betray In a new and exonerating way A single, sudden explosion is all they ever claim And a dying dance of sparkles is all that remains The question remains, where do sparkles go After they've fallen and have finished their show? Who lit the fuse, and how long ago? Is the end something we aught to know? A burned-out, cardboard husk litters the square The sultry smoke still lingers in the air The audience goes home and forgets what was there Or was scientific theory only a calculated error?
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