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Opium is an angel of existence,

The Romantics loved it so;

It builds a kaleidoscope

Out of the greed in my eyes.

My vantage point is surreal

And I see electric waves, a genesis,

An Atlantis that can’t sink,

Tsunamis of sapphire glass

Giving birth to abstract shells

Like particles lost in space,

Bold seconds questioning Time,

A lonely hot air balloon

That to butterflies is prey

And flies up, up, up

Crashing into Ganesha’s foot

Urging chaos out of jail,

Upsetting nebulas of lilies,

Filling black holes with dirt,

Throwing a blanket of poppies

Over the moon’s rocky pain.

I see origins!

Beginnings that demon opium

Plays in my oracle brain.