What I ate yesterday was still good tomorrow
When I slept I had my eyes open wide
Going out is very much an inside job
Getting clarity is a messy business
Gaining weight at a loss of appetite
Relationships with no connections.
The sole of my feet are sore of defeat
Walking my talk on a spinning round ball
Frightened of velocity and gravitation
That might pull me back to womb.
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Night night from the land of platypus.