Blue Sun

When death smiles at you,

Proffering a coup;

Like the sky’s falling,

And life's a miscue...

You start to wonder;

Perhaps a blunder;

The Madman calling

With a voice like thunder!

Suddenly it hits;

How perfect it fits;

Piercing, mind crawling;

Assembling bits…

Patently absurd;

Fantasy averred;

Intellect lulling:

‘Mongst shadows preferred..?

Heaven shake, tremble;

Laughter, assemble

The Host; annulling,

What they resemble.

Isn’t it galling?

Neurons brawling…

The truth, nothing but;

Smile, though appalling…

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