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On certain days they glow, they glitter, they shimmer;
they grow and think. the Blues, that bloom at the tip of the stem of the electric current; the reds, that vibrate or expand or sizzle; the clarion yellows, the erect ones, because the luxurious die down and the sensuous stretch out. are they messengers of someone who does not appear? or do they come simply of their own will because they were born to come?
