Felt like a gene snake skin like
making a plan
feel so nice
Called my friend Gene
Talked all night
crazy butterfly
x-ray brain shape
Strange as a stone
with tourmaline
Flashes of light
in my pan
Gold rush of light
In six tubes
Bold idea
Optics unseen
Goethe was fine
He just needed sleep
Hollow's wolf
ate flesh again
Darkness except
a spherical glow
entrancing nature
into glee
Spark in my eye
Flash in the pan
That's all right
That's all right.
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