My belly’s got this radiant reel - A projection through its button - Awed eyes make the connection real It’s iridescent luster - Splashes on the wall - Causing quite a clatter - I stumble and I fall Gazing at its glow - Transfixed a chagrin’less grin - Bemused, though I do not know Whence came this beam of brilliance - Bursting through my belly The bees-knees of recipes - To the royal'est of jelly Put forth in panoramic views - Ephemeral equations, yet eternal patience To whatever riddles I so choose When I can I stand, and stumble to the door - Framed now in gleaming seems That were not there before It’s **** a burning bulb - That shatters when I turn it Has me tear away my hand -To be sure I have not burned it Still, the door opens on its own - Thus I continue on my way Into the plush and overgrown Kaleidoscope's array
Inspired by a short film about a dreary robot on an assembly line, who finds a light-bulb inside, but looses its glow after marketing it. Wish I could find it again so I could cite it!