All the beauty of the Earth,
the galaxies, the milky way
is held up to a mirror
and reflected as Jon.
All the words from the beautiful songs
twist around eachother to form Jon
and all the flowers that have seen the sun
open up in bloom
to capture the gorgeosity of Jon
Jon who has been, and gone
the lately lamented
recently reverant Jon
Jon the golden son.
The impossibly gregarious
delectably delicate
Jon
Tell me where I went wrong?
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