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Last night,
pouring the fluid into a clear glass
I found a golden nest, a field, a harvest,
it was like a glowing golden cave, circular
fluid stagnant, coagulation on the sides equating
into puffs of foam, and swirling and mixing and turning
and as the light decreased and increased around, the golden nature
would sink and flow, and the fields
I harvested fields, golden fields of oats,and crops, and they came out good,
they grew strong,and well,but eventually they had to be taken down, to be taken in
and I still returned to the the golden glowing cave, five times,
to stare it down,and see the foam rise on the walls, as waves were made in shades of
confusion and doubt,
It was like the memory flow ended, and the light stream of eternal nothingness was in my glass and in my heart, and the once almighty sea of a mellow goldenrod became a shallow puddle, and disapeared, like every thing does, there was nothing left for me but to drink the pyramid and go to sleep.
pouring the fluid into a clear glass
I found a golden nest, a field, a harvest,
it was like a glowing golden cave, circular
fluid stagnant, coagulation on the sides equating
into puffs of foam, and swirling and mixing and turning
and as the light decreased and increased around, the golden nature
would sink and flow, and the fields
I harvested fields, golden fields of oats,and crops, and they came out good,
they grew strong,and well,but eventually they had to be taken down, to be taken in
and I still returned to the the golden glowing cave, five times,
to stare it down,and see the foam rise on the walls, as waves were made in shades of
confusion and doubt,
It was like the memory flow ended, and the light stream of eternal nothingness was in my glass and in my heart, and the once almighty sea of a mellow goldenrod became a shallow puddle, and disapeared, like every thing does, there was nothing left for me but to drink the pyramid and go to sleep.