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Lucius Begot Luci
When Hofmann stumbled across a new synapse,
serotonin underwrote a dopamine contract.
Cuddle or cringe, carnival or calamity,
worlds in one potent punch squared.
Blotter art doesn't pursue gallery status
rather to dissolve into a cerebral canvas,
with a sometimes recess from what is seen.
Lucy shut my eyes with a seven-hour kiss,
her slow caress gave me a new skin
that no shower could make clean.
Kaleidoscope giggles shatter reality
tickling permanent change, but on that night,
I felt the moon plummet and explode into a dawn
so that the sun could take it all away.
Copyright ©
Rob Carmack
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