Buckminsterfullerene

Cold is night

To a bold new light

Oh you’re settled in

Bloodstream medicine child

Hold your reticent babe

Close to your breastbone and smile

You golden god of fables

What could not be real

Endless parallels, though you hide it well

So nothing today can stay the same for me

You hollow log, immeasured

You genius cracked, so forever

You’ve got it all

You lucky dog

How so smitten to lick at wounds bitten with lips

Three fine fingers the look was so near to the touch

(count the blessings on your table)

Gone stare out into night got it wrong about time

Time, time's a fickle line

Lines, such capricious lies

Lies, lies, lie in wayward time

And in a day’s week every salt’s gone to seed

A garden shed mistook for turbulent seas

So blown out the 30 way today for me

You hollow log

You’re genius cracked

You’ve got it all

You lucky dog