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In.Sane
In.sane in the membrane of my brain or sane in the insanity of this game... Row row, I'm rowing, between synapses I'm flowing, silent rivers I'm riding like a train... Rollercoaster rollin' faster, in a flash synaptic laughter, as these neurons remain.in the lane... "Hey you and you two, Me too? Yeah dude, her too..." Synaps the chatter in my brain. "Nervous sister? We're not kidding it's a system living, listen, we're the hear in the sphere of your sane. Checkin' time in between and between the membrane." 10 billion cortical pyramidals, passing signals, giggles, riddles, checking time against a rhyme from the outer layer to middle. ~core.text you say codexes delay, it's a logical process.ical, theoretical way crazy spelling these a'daze.....Codices. Breathe... and don't mess with our cortex messages..." Inner wind, blowing high, gears shift moving this ride, hand wiggles the scribbling scribe as I write. Memories into the light, but who in the train remains tonight. As I look about with my candlelight, in the night, there's One. Am I in.Sane?
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