(a vision in the 1980s in a laboratory)
Chlorine: I can be your friend that cleans.
My bleach removes waste.
Me: Can you please remove the clutter from my brain cells?
Chlorine: Yes, I renew by blowing through sinews of doubt.
Me: Well, you are persuasive! You bite in a good way.
Below my threshold of pain.
(a pause)
I can see job plans.
Bromine: I can also help. I soften chlorine’s wildness.
Adding beauty.
See my brownish-orange colour?
Me: Yes, thank you.
It is like the gold of morning time.
Atoms are my life
and I search for the codes that
govern how they mix. Please be my muse and my song.
Chlorine: Certainly. It is kind of you to commend us.
Bromine: I agree. Most people fear us. Please dwell in us.
Me: You both fascinate me. Let’s pray for fellowship.
Bromine: Thanks, but I am not sure what fellowship conveys.
Chlorine: Me too! However, it sounds good so please do pray.
(another pause)
Me: I pray for elements and man to get along.
Chlorine: Tell humankind that I can help sanitise.
Bromine: I can be incorporated into new drugs.
(I reflect for 30 seconds)
Me: I can share these uses.
My kind can shepherd you.
Your container and ampoule homes are reconceived.
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