Mallet

Take your favorite hues
Your red and blues
And use your brushes
Spreading blushes
And diffuse the subtle views
Upon your palette

Place your steady hand
In setting sands
Of lands so distant
Yet insistent
They demand that you disband
Your simple palate

Set your somber tune
As summer’s noon
Festooning wonder
Growing under
As the moon that under looms
In secret ballot

Cease your worried tears
And flurried fears
And hear the calling
So befalling
All your years and with a sneer
Crush with a mallet

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