I felt as twisted as a plait,
as transparent as a Glass Octopus
as directionless as a jellyfish,
as drained as a sponge left to rot in the dunes.
My muse had been missing for countless moons.
The girl in the library reanimated her.
She was as focussed as Buddha,
as odd as Lady Gaga on LSD multiplied by three.
Every psychedelic wonderland in the universe
swims into this dimension
through her tears of laughter.

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