Martian Tax Code: [Pisces 127[]]

[Thunderembargo]

the primrose priming parades parading hematite growth
grown by the light of hermetically sealed tomes
under and within the canopy of fresh-aired domes 

this unshamed shame uncrossed and liberated
the new per annum tax code
the martian year: some six hundred and sixty fucking days
by tour of Sol

okay, i admit it, i laughed at the second stanza.  the first line scared me a little


Surely it wasn't the canopy of fresh-aired domes....................... it must have been, rather, the tomes, hermetically sealed.   




I'm always against seals.   In any context.   Leave seals to pageantry and play.   Pomp and pompadour.