(i) Landscape
Long live the king, any king.
Bullishly lose a red flag
then walk humming streets of light.
Lanterns and candles detach
lawbreakers
as the cheerful
thinkers continue their walks.
Find a sundial hiding
by an extinction event.
Run it to the gates, merry
advocates affirm, pushing
ounces of pastel fire
into running momenta.
(ii) Execution
Brains seized, opportune.
Rocking the pont neuf, immune
to downward forces.
Maroon,
a french brown, vital in June.
It regally blinks a tune.
The Palais doors open soon.
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