An omnipotent force holds the globe like a Rubik’s cube.
I saw this occur, one day on a train.
A friend and I watched with ecstacy coloring our vertabraes.
We painted our eyelids lysergic.
How I loved that day!
We blinked and smiled, we saw life as a child!
We toasted to youth and drank from flasks of holy water,
because only purity can be prepared for the slaughter.
And all we could say was,
"Doting youth, perhaps I’ve been cradled for too long."
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