Electric Dreams

Some thoughts came

Through in the night,

Shivers formed,

Fizzed through the

Limbs, chimed in

The guts. Round

The feet they sowed

Their seed, little

Saplings of thought

Too small to see

Their leaves and

Give them a name.

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