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Monday, December 9, 2024

master



by anonymous



he sun shines but not on my upper cerebrum

the wind blows but not on my lettuce and tomato sandwich

the rain falls on my exposed brain

i am the master of time and space

i know all truths of all times

i know all meanings of all words

aardvarks blossom in the circus of dynamite

elephants flower in the great hall of the escaped inmates

jesters and kings share lasagna and mushrooms in the necropolis of the obsolescent

you may presume to question my references

but sam jones thought my understanding variously wise

no wiser, i excused his youth

i have nothing to prove, not even to the termites

i am ready to go

but not just yet



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