We are all Electrical Beings
some bear the burden well
My eyes can sting from too
much ambiant human current
as it runs across my occipital lobe
Oh! Platypus! as you run charges
not meant for human exposure
and seek food purely on the impulse
from a small errant move in the
body of a crayfish shell you
sing songs of mysterious ambiguation
Platypus is everything that ever was
from ancient waters and low flowering trees
you are still here and the more we try
to discover who you are the less we know
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