Neuronal pathways fire not
Into the hot larva that is my brain
Forrage into the deep array
And be gone with my thoughts
(okay, so it doesn't rhyme).
Camp fire testimonies
Of life in rogue contemplation
Seething beneath the burning mass
Of destiny's true calling
(okay, so it doesn't make sense, either).
Hop, hops, hope, hoop,
Sloop doggy, dog
Fling your rubbish round and round
And fall down the rabbit hole.
...only to find Trinity's virginity....
(well that rhymed!)
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