Zoning in a hall of glass
plasma flowing from a cask
piercing overtones
mainline into my back pack
it\'s full of clouds in my house
a grey hive, humming white souls
frenzy reviving the room
energized by many flumes
drip-drop, on my head
wakes me from a thousand moons
circle dance inside the cave
all movement brings a message
larvae, in their holes
waiting for a summer daze
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