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Darkly quiet & dim directed
Until fireworks paint the firmament bright
And Catherine wheels like juggernaut tyres
Hiss & spin their luminous lives.

Chilly loud & bright bisected
As if unreal stars fall with artifice quite
And Jumping jacks like snakes in the grass
leap & run like red hot knives.

Smelly smoke & pyre polluted
What with November the fifth hardly in sight
And nonsense rules around the fires that
show & play strange silhouettes.