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Trickles of undiluted rainbow.
Syrupy.
He said ‘yes.’
Yes.
Euphoria
Ecstasy
It’s something
That should be contained in a capsule
A fine powder
Not filtered through veins
Dense,
Jingling,
Bursting out of pores
Swilling in the pale
Summery
Reggae light.
They should
Ration
It.
My God.
He said ‘yes.’
Knocked about by
Filthy beautiful colours
Dusted over the endless pavements,
The smiles of homeless people.
Sighs.
You want to squeeze the happiness
Out of your eyes
And infect into the sky.
Fill the world with the imminent buzz
Of everything.
Sameness, oneness.
Yes, different. But all the same.
‘Yes.’
F*ck,
Yes.
2006-12-03
18:40:52
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