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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