Bacterial Thinking

Magic rolling tune

Song strung behind

Mine mind mule

Dashed out after

Dark and deeper

Thinking moulding

Round the days gone

By in a thick haze

Green enough to

Grow algae’s virulent spores

To touch the Future

Tinge its raw with

Green flecks where flesh

Taints on thoughts

That writhe alive

Between what is red

And fresh and clean.

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