Twist from the time shift,
temporal and primordial, notice
below, red churning carnage beautifully
playing a song
across the afternoon porch,
lazy in the suddenly yellow sky,
a glimpse between pink clouds,
roaring engines and backward machines
kissing the ozone frenzy,
battered soldiers return home
from the wasteland futures
on ferris wheels and roller coasters
hallucinating the past.
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