Chilled, sometimes hot, and burnt. Seeped
In oils and fat, containing wild scents and seasonings.
Sometimes smoky, charcoaled
Bits of black dirt tracing footpaths across the wrinkled terrain.
Explore it! Conquer it!
Bending, crinkling – but silent.
No smell. A scent accepter, with an open mind.
Small mountains rise mighty and tall, tearing deep valleys that
Creep across the burnished landscape.
A thousand reflections!
But
None too specific
Only colors; general
And mostly shades of alloy (grey?)
To white.
Twist it! Now see
It’s a funny hat!
Oh joy! And, what do we have here?
A space alien.
An antennae remedy for white noise and snow
Forecast for the news:
Clear and strong!
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