Do I drink water
So I can go to heaven?
It flows through my body
Enhancing my soft fleshy mainframe
"Discharged from the thought prison of the universe"
"...but not lost in space"
Smooth driftwood dries in a vase
Where black widows await
Their alter is ready
Thousands of human eyeballs roll in sand
Blinded and scarred, they are scared to see
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