there's a thousand crystal champagne glasses tight together on a table

tearing the bright white light into a million different glowing colours

you can move one glass and make everything ripple all beautiful

if the sun is bright enough you can see it right through your eyelids floating in a sea of red and orange with slow dark waves flowing outwards

ridiculously, this is supposed to be about more than pretty patterns of light

sorry if it doesn't seem to be,

but i'm a writer like how christ was a carpenter

there are some other things

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