Clay pots hover up above
While glass breaks all around
Smashing crashing bashing sounds
Race across the channels of God's Dolby town.
3-D, 4-D, Every-D imagined
Look across the canyon's rim
Absorb wonder and beauty like bounty towels
Till the apple cobbler snips a nail head off
And sunset wanders in around us
Evening then surrounds us and
Midnight waits ahead
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