Triumph
In the form of stillness
Disquiet
Corrupting itself
The colors shake and leafs fall while birthing
References to the sun
Winning while the competition is dead
Players take off
Their coats
And walk naked, pink, brown, and red
Eyes closed
And groping for a safe landing midst the fall
Here again
Spreading out
Away from the
Seed
Breaking at the tips
Crushed by the impact
Of directly careless fleet
Running
In triumph
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