Catalyst

(Written when I was quite high…)

Silver thread gleams –  weft in a corner

Arachnid making a home in my cranium

I open my eyes to a sprawling blue brightness

As the smoke billows steam engine carbons

Logarithms and theorems fall like apples on my head

Defying the gravity that works my mind, undiscovered

Hydrogen and Oxygen break waves on my face

All heat is transferred, yet the world remains ice cold

She secretes a silk, building her home’s foundation

Baffling your text-book logic with psychadelic design

A survival instinct – primal, yet chemical in its imbalance

Signs of a science, no experiment could know

Could never tell when in phenomena would give

In all the complexity of your compounds, a reason

Why enzymes playing biochemistry for decades

Go still, with the passing of a single, silver capsule.

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