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Broken Photons
Sliding down the rainbows we got splinters from the arcs. The colors stained our mind showing us a realm of existence only certain drugs could. The palpitating rhythm between us and them kept us all in sync. The missing chunks of rainbow goodness let sunlight pass through. The single rays beamed down on people giving them false enlightenment followed by an empty feeling of lives live for loss. The sundial struck twelve and the rainbow shifted beat, the palpitating rhythm couldn't keep up with the syncopating people. Shards of color filling our souls. Too much of a good thing never helped anyone. The excess weighed us down, and we sunk into the ground, taking us with a pocket full of posies. We were tight like eight year olds, and stiff like Viagra's purpose. Becoming one entity our souls were intertwined. Dime dime quarter dollar give me a buck forty-five, for what our minds were worth nothing could possibly suffice. Our mass so tightly packed the color became white. The struggle inside was the turmoil of life. Gaining mass and volume our container shrunk down, we collapsed upon ourselves and turned inside out, a flash of light, a huge bang, entropy came from the beat, paradiddles and foreclosure on ourselves. The color was gone, leaving a dark gap inside the universe. Our presence was still there, all wanting out, and pulling everything in that came by. We are the essence of emptiness and excess.
