How you feel is not enough,
You as this is less than function,
Avert the feel, replace with stuff,
Or suffer states, disjunction.
Comparing scrambled eggs to buzzing locust,
To the mumbled mind within you,
Hocus pocus, lack of locus,
There's too much to think or do.
Is it magic, the spectacle, the prance of flicked rays?
Distracting as you navigate your ways,
Through this...
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