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Liquid Jupiter
I took them from the one with the storm
Brought them home and put them in a glass with water
The pieces float and change shape in the liquid,
Watch them squish together, beading and jiggling
The pieces change shape and become one
They glow bright, red-pink at night in my room,
Stretch, morph, travel up and down the glass
The drops in my lava lamp are from Jupiter.
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After writing "Her Mission" I lay in my bed looking at my lava lamp and listening to "Drops of Jupiter". Needless to say that song inspires me haha. So I watched my lava lamp and I started thinking words and messing around with them and this poem started to take form in my head, so wisely, I decided to write them down right then instead of waiting to forget. I started typing it on my iPod and it died right then, so I turned to my notebook paper and wrote from where I left off, as well as what I could remember of the begininning in case my iPod didn't save. However, it did, and with that and the paper I pieced it together much later in the a.m. and here it is. :)