The rainbow feeling grows dyestuffs
in all glands
what like spring spray-guns
triggered by let loose impulse
spray gleeful colors to all muscles and cells.
The same fabulously joyous feeling
plays zinc in the iron of a will
and boils like undiluted milk to spill zeal
over an alloy mind and a celluloid brain.
At one time unknown
the quantum theory of the rainbow feeling
will come out to see through
the Big Bang of Radha Krisna bond!
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