Close the atom,
look up.
There is nothing
to see in equal light.
Quills of cirrus
shade gold days.
At sunset
gently rouse
clement fires
that husband
explosion.
Tuck heads under temperate arms
and succumb to rest's sumptuous charms.
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this piece is styled as a comic(not as in ha ha funny) call for nuclear disarmament? By using those friendlier "arms" to fall into to "husband" shared "explosions"? Make love not war and rest in charms, and still burn.......
Interesting.
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