All my experiences point me this way,
But that image you showed me altered my gait.
Green fields, pacify, forcefields, trapped.
It seems, torn seams, veil collapse.
I heard the glitch in your tone when you told me.
I see the cameras transfixed on a cold scene.
It seems, poor theme, weak dream, prolapse.
Hypnos, altus, novus, relax.
After I heard the birdsong I thought milkman's voice was android.
Heard my voice wrong I answered trans-cleanse scepticalypsoid.
All these little spinning things keep me here against my will.
Hypnotise the engine crew give them what they used to do.
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