Solar Flares

Dinner prayers grow plastic crops

Outer layers bleach inner thoughts

Doubt slayers reach drastic spots

When savage players breach magic stops

About theirs if the glimmer drops

On shiny watches that blind clocks

Tiny splotches that bind hawks

Away from the prey that play in open plots

A path made from hollow stones

A holy ghost with a forked tongue

A goalie post built from broken bones

Though competition is none

Shadows reveal the real time

Through sundials on a clear day

Hallowed seals repeal crimes

In the confession of blurred ways


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