Bone-cold night riddled with mists
off the ocean churn
Raptured from deep dark salt caves
in prehistoric canyon trenches.
This great atomic hive
a million buzzing hydrogen wings
on fat oxygen bumble bees
Now dancing around your head
like ecstatic angels
on a pinhead godhead
Our greatest effort to blossom
is only the courage to stand in it and laugh
with cold wet faces
and salty lips.
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