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here comes the holy brotha
and i find — my food's all eaten up
eaten to the pulp
with thirsty eyes i contemplate the bulb
which thrives with light right there
until it meets an empty plate
a flying saucer
a falling complex splinter system
the silent communication
of shivering pieces
here comes the pointed glass
i incorporate its mass
