Thousand metres roar
Gallons of artificial body fluids
Where do they come from
How are they to be seized, between realities
No one shall be able to comprehend
I deny form and restrictions
when behaviourism is to be dissected
Where do I go from here
how do we measure
The unrest wails
Stop chaining their sets of values
Why must I act accordingly
Is that the reason of our co-existence?
Say no more
Hush, please... put me to sleep
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