Phiminitto's emergence - Waste man dem [draft]

 A twinkle
A star spot flicked on
A single ray shone
On Phiminitto
A source of life was home.

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Into Phiminitto's starry spot dropped
A crimped metal circle
There were colours painted on the metal
A crown? A fairground ride? A bottletop?

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In the starry spot, the sharp shine
Of plastic and a wooden sole appeared
The metal circle's angle rang a chime
To Phiminitto a sweet orchestra to hear

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Sometimes the ray from where the wind blew
Would transfix Phiminitto
The round black edged revolving circles Phiminitto knew
Their metal frames and bright colours would come and go.

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The movement woke Phiminitto
Aligning with the influx
Digesting the regular radio
Something that tasted of muck

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The spot from where the wind blows shone
The round black rubber, red outline
Rolled on, black, white and another one
The first was a little behind its time.

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Phiminitto shifted under the currents
Relaxed, feeling capacitous
Considering what the weather was
The smaller shape became apparent.