Golden
blips of ectoplasm
in
a wine-red void – at first
devoid
of untoward influences –
proto-innocently
thirsting
to
make contact with Another,
like
the first implosive
brash
mitosis into Other
of
a new-invented cell –
unalloyed
with any taint
that
would eventually paint
through
randomly mutating
replications
every form
of
genius, love, ennui,
bewilderment
and hell.
.
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