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Here I lie to join the feast
As a food for the approaching beast
Light is gone when the day is done
And I wait for the madness to come

What is this wreck of a body I owe!
My form is of tiny seeds
Containing news galaxies
That’s spread through all cerebral energy flow

Oh! It’s like I’m too much to be
Held in that vessel
Compressed and stifling
I try to leap out to reach
For the outer space

Am I a matter of soul?
Or multiplied complexity of all sense
Can I exist if body’s gone?
Maybe as a form of virtual whirlups

Something comes interrupting me
That’s the pain from the muscles getting stiff
And the sense of my skin against floor
And I’m back to the normal, oh no!
What is there left of the self that I was?
Is my form of tiny seeds
Containing new galaxies
Can I tell for sure it’s me
Who’s writing this song?

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