Harmalas

Glowing blue
and glowing green,
on my herbs
and thru my screen.
In my cup
and in the dark.
Under water
and with a spark.
Slowly melting
to the tune
of an adjacent
drunken sand dune.
It passes through me
like a snake
taking with it
all the fake
and all the wrong.
Transmuted into
the eternal song.
In the light
that does not end.
Thru the night
and around the bend.

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