Test Tube
There!
See the cloud.
Uncontaminated, white and glowing
to the point of brilliance
Small object that suffers
from an education of envy.
Jealousy surrounds everything,
but will it begin to eat itself?
Look into the abyss
of a simple book of pleasures.
A garden blooms and is reduced
to a garden bower.
Digestion is blocked by acids.
Corrosion never cleanses,
it just rusts and congeals
in fabricated trends
No feeling of purity
just a chemical reaction
like the Sun, but
lasting a generation.
There!
See the cloud.
Misty and full of blood.
Arteries thicken everyday.
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