Wouldn’t you think
If you were soon to die
To your known existence
You’d adorn colors of gloom
To enter the emerald tomb
But no, they meet it in creative
Fashion that brings joy
They must have been told
This is not your end as
in even greater glory they emerge
To lift in hues of vibrant orange-
yellows like little stained glass
windows offset in black
to rise far into the azure autumn
from beauty to beautiful
From Joseph like coats to robes
Of Monarchs
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