Clinking against his throat
his enlightened vibrations
consumed me, rejuvenating
drums as they passed along
through my thin white lines.
In awe, I chimed in praise,
hailing yellow disguises
and chasing flashing lights.
But my ambience fell flat;
he didn’t speak my claptrap.
Green crept in, exhausting
his meaning down the boulevard.
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