I recount myriad phrases from a fresh third party view,
as I sit in front of my low radiation monitor.
Half a lifetime, a miraculous trip tinged with frustration and
longing,
and I chose the path I fell down upon.
Slow motion memories, an escape from convention,
a stranger's perfect glance breeds internal contention.
Too many thoughts run rampant; they will remain lassoless in this
cubicality.
No worse for the where? A turtle with hair!
Eryines with heads tilted 90 degrees to the left descend from on high,
they pour liquid glucose atop an Irish dwarf on orange stilts.
We took hydrogen and left it alone for 14 billion years, and here we
are now a full hydrogen ride, racing along a superhighway of long
since forgotten pasts.
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