Human Factors Lab
Chemistry is often slow,
Often erratic…
The eighteen camps
The unexceptionable mineralogy
Called invisible
Perhaps nothing
Typifies the strange
Often
Accidental discovery
Convinced that somehow
Human similarity
Seems to have been
Assembled
Buckets of processes
Converted into a
Translucent substance
Yielded but a strange glow
Exposed into air
…burst into flame
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