We are discovering needless things gleefully,
The hidden light behind things, under stones
With unusual creeping-crawling creatures.
We may eat them now or consume a little later.
Our tongues will wrap around them softly in tip. That man under the tree has a halo around him.
But he deals in violet light of an exquisite variety
That shows up our bones as in an x-ray machine.
Our flesh erupts in goose-bumps if we hear him.
All we want is light to show where our eats are.
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