Rodent of Choice
all the wheels
are still
so no
lights light
my darkness
this must be
sleep for a
circus finds
me when i'm
awake so i must
make but
with only a few
to power a turntable
to start turning churning
out Proud Mary but would
need thousands with
a thousand wheels
squeaking to try to
have at least just
one synapse
spark
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