Alarms

Alarms sound.

No harms found.

Diatoms do their work.

Switching gas.

A flip flop.

A process. New access.

Alarms sound.

No harms found.

We breathe now. To bodies

goes fresh blood.

Let’s clap for

CO2 to O2.

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