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i walk upon ground made of dust
i dream in synaptic electricity
i speak in backwards tongue
fo eht woc
i burn like you
but not quite
because i like to split
the atoms
and the molecuoles are unsure
of their existence
the glucose feeds my frontal cortex
in a twisted fashion
this
makes me smile
Copyright © Dennis Sheffer | Year Posted 2007
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