Reset the MACHINE

It got overloaded,

I thought the MOTHER imploded,

Little golden maze and mine,

Emerald green hubs of information,

World, Wide, WONDERFUL.

Words have power,

not in this hour, or time, or space

For I am the broken ace.

Hermes, MESSENGER, take a note,

It’s time to make these PAGANS float.

Wood, fire, twine, and wind!

Raynedrops, pour

Maybe I’m crazy, daizy,

I believe in you.

Taller than boulders, strong bones, undo this cross

Root DOCTOR, give me the cure,

Because this may be just a blur!

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