Circles of Thought
Within the vortex of your mind
There dwells a psychedelic thought
No need to trip on LSD
You're getting high from neurons sought
Concentric circles out of control
A neural tornado swirling round
Moving at the speed of light
Losing gravity in its flight
There's a beam of light at the end
Connected by infinity's thread
Your psychedelic thought begins to spin
You're thinking now in infrared!
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