In Isometric domes
The revelry of processing
A slightly shifting scope
Can poison change the balance
Of irony and hope
The differential sequence
Of what we want
And what we know
Seven times the morphine
In seven acher homes
No remedy for memories
No cure for thoughts bestowed
And damn it in great confidence
That you are here alone
In vibrating illusions
Of sanity let go
Divide it in the fractions
Reduce it in the whole
Pixilate the segments
That flex and bend and sow
A picture unfamiliar
From things that were forgot
Remember what you wanted
What you needed was for not
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