to cause a frown of confusion
as a fuse explodes
or a river expands into a great lake.
Crash, bang, splash, kerrang.
It is the melon dragged from soil
by fingers that stumble and toil.
It is a smashed bulb in darkness,
a test tube, used, bruised and renewed
in a place of ideas and fears.
This hierarchy tears itself apart.
Graced by a need to hide
from undesired short backs
and sides.
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