Bring in the grains
and open a circle in the desert
mystical string
Open a hole in the universe
Invite us to slide right into it
with starburst supernovas
Golden flowing mist
all disappearing in the blink of an eye
Work is love
And love is the cosmos itself
You were the new hire
they relocated
from stolen car find the new premises
They have conspired to exploit
Reluctant you almost bail
But fold as they apply that lucky lotion
To smooth over the rough edges
of your busted ego
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