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| Somewhere over there A gander splashes. Lying awake on the abyss, The schism ripples over me. I value all that is lost In the chatter of the last porpoise Caught in a glass bottom jail; Pored over by a think tank That serves as a wet nurse, yielding sustenance, But really, it’s just another big idea. Chaos exists For its inhabitants to dead reckon for themselves. Chaos exists, But really, it’s just another big idea That serves as a wet nurse, yielding sustenance, Pored over by a think tank Caught in a glass ceiling jail. In the chatter of the last porpoise I value all that is lost. The schism ripples over me. Laying a wake on the abyss, A gander splashes Somewhere over there. |
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