Space Ship
Substrate channeling, now wading through cellular river
Patches, by God, the sight! The sight! In-diving dream stabilizer
Atrophying now in the nebula; Pilfering the idea controls; the singular vastness!
Computations aloft and asunder the dwelling of our being like wrinkled raisins under roping
Elephants; church bells a-tolling; Lincoln Logs a-rolling; turn the ship we would, if we could.
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