A Synapse Party
Like a poets mumbled spoken word
Barely coherent unheard
Thoughts come and have occurred
Dazed and separating from the heard
Even though your focus is focused in another realm
You can only perceive so much without being overwhelmed
Yet this absent mind
Isn't at all so absent
Just breeding and feeding thoughts
Tying the conscious knots
The End
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A Synapse Party, which
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