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The Challenger's colors remind me of Rimbaud's poem Voyelles.
A Black, E White, I Red, U Green, O Blue; Some day I'll crack your nascent origins.
A Hairy corset of clacking black flies bombarding agony pits of stench-ridden darkness;
E Frankness in steamers and pavilions, lances of lofty glaciers, white kings, shivering umbels;
I Purple red spittle, laughter of sweet lips turning to rage or into penitent raptures;
U Cycles, viridian seas divinely shuddering, peace in creature-sown pasture, and peace in furrows, alchemy sows in intellectual foreheads;
O The great last Trump full of strange stridencies, Silences crossed by a s trail of angels,
O, Omega, the violet beam of his gaze!