If you stare long enough at a painting of Van Gogh’s sunflowers
The heads turn into a pride of lions with fiery manes
Or Catherine wheels whirring in break neck agony
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They are all consuming suns
Swallowing galaxies of onlookers
They are venomous sea anemones
They are explosions of pus
All are cut off from the living
Dying in their yellow beauty
Their petals like loose teeth rattling in a painted skull
Image, and the power of the image
Like a spark in a tinder box
Exploding within the mind’s imagination
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