bubble red

bubble timer drips blood red
brilliant blue flows into its head
the rules always left unsaid
knew them all from a to zed

my fingers knew the path ahead
weaving following unknown thread
through vee eye ee eks even ed
on hallowed ground would they tread

to the task my mind was wed
for logic adrenaline in its stead
at final product i stared in cred
fell the last drops of bubbles bled

About Brad Werner

Technical Evangelist
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