If within a nested set so brightly painted
the faces seem a bit contrived, with rough
rouge ooze to thickly rush a thin disguise,
smiles too bluish to fool a sampling mind
with gnarled fingers to grasp the tropic root
rolling from the antipodes soft into laughter
while a warm sunset inflames a viral dance.
If distant orange circles encircle, and snakes
in tropical spirals around frozen glances twirl,
the northern lights slither diamond and yellow
while on the lunar child a sneaky goat awaits.