Exquisite Conflation
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The peony, extravagant in red
Vermilion pigment dug from underground,
Is so extreme it is as if it bled,
This flower, from hell and shockingly is gowned
In paradoxic beauty. It is now
As if bright devils dance above the green
Of life. The pain from hell below should not allow
Such opulence in blooms, almost obscene
Exuberance. Their mouths spit out a heat
Of molten gold and copper mixed, a flow
Which well explains the contradicting suite
Of colors, perfect for agony’s glow.
..When beauty is flamboyant like this,
….It naturally combines both ache and bliss.