Rhyms with oranges.

"Firefly Night"

Tell me, can you see Apollo dancing, prancing, playing, tasting, talking, walking moonbeams across the Milky Way?

And

Did you know that the light you cast shines, blinds, redefines, reminds me of sunflowers dressed, blessed, split hearts beyond open fences, faces, innocence, guilty, pity, for me there is nothing left?

That's the way it is.

...

Tell me, have you seen me dancing, tossing, turning, burning alone in the dark wishing, dreaming, seeming lost beyond desire for dreams to come play?

And

Did you know that hidden in shadows the past returns, regresses, redefines, defiles, compiles, loses, bruises me through not the way it might please you?

That's the just way it is.

...

Tell me, did you know that the flowers you planted have wilted, tilted, bent, blended, are suspended in the air like sunshine, rainbows, repose, compost, composed a symphony of melancholy as the tears rain drowns, pounds, cracked dusty ground, making no sound, while the thirsty grass dies, flies and is gone?

That's the way it has always been though you didn't know it.

And

Did you know that my heart broke pieces, shattered, splattered, pushed, pulled glass fallen on stone, rocks, stepped on broken pieces, bloodied feet, defeated, should have given up long ago?

Does it please you?

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Tell me, did you know that your heart's desire is selfish, crawfish, dead fish, wasted, tasted, blasted away into dust scattered through sunbeams cast about my living room, mushroom, kaboom like an explosion of mercy?

That's the way it is.

And

Did you know that I have moved on, played on, spied on, swam beyond the coast belief desire, to me, to you, always lost, glossed, forgiven, driven deep into firefly night?

That's the way it is.

What did you expect?