ganja god
Bluelighter
(the title was taken from some other poem as a prompt)
It was the first day of science fiction.
New colorful worlds
Waiting to be catalyzed
By the right molecules.
I never used to believe in magic.
And then Mary came.
Cardboard cutouts of all my laughing friends.
Bright audacious colors
Like stained glass.
What new science is this?
This has not been taught.
This has only been imagined in
Subconscious dreams long forgotten.
Mary introduced me to Lucy, then Molly.
It was the second day of science fiction.
I had discovered the man behind the curtain of gravity.
Science is a noble art.
It was the first day of science fiction.
New colorful worlds
Waiting to be catalyzed
By the right molecules.
I never used to believe in magic.
And then Mary came.
Cardboard cutouts of all my laughing friends.
Bright audacious colors
Like stained glass.
What new science is this?
This has not been taught.
This has only been imagined in
Subconscious dreams long forgotten.
Mary introduced me to Lucy, then Molly.
It was the second day of science fiction.
I had discovered the man behind the curtain of gravity.
Science is a noble art.
