Comedy

Jokes shoot up in the air,
Flying across the sky as short arrows,
Transversing caricatures within
Their own rhythm's creation.

A nucleus splitting into two as it tears
Into its own skies, as the world
Now terraforms into a land barren
To Colors.

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