it was the best of the worst of times.
a season when victorian faerie-paintings were all the rage.

slender maidens gazing with vacuous wonderment
at tiny insect humans dancing and cavorting,

glowing like irradiated mutant survivors
of defense department tests.

(Copyright 2023 by Tetman Callis.)

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