The third planet.
Life springs from the beautiful streams.
The molten rapids of reborn islands.
Deep echoing resonates within the hollow catacombs of earth's boiling pot.
A melted ether.
A slow parade of symbiosis.
On the third day...
Dawn and Dusk are born.
Day and Night.
Flesh turns immortal.
And French hens crow in place of the rooster.
the third denial..
No more chances.
Venom spouts like a fountain.
Elegance lost in the hastened panic of unappreciated angst.
A snap, a growl.
No sheltering. An unnatural reaction.
Truth in spades.
Holes dug deeper like depression.
Graves built for mourning.
The morning comes.
The rooster crows.
Light scatters and recollects.
It is day once again.
Life continues.
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