but.. but.. what if.. am real in here.
I am a believer in my mind
Science is struggling to find.
The interior of such
Can feel, a bit or much
Feel's that rise from the deep
Triggered by the people you keep
Or just your own moodal tides
The dark shed where a tinkerer hides
When silence is vivid and comic
And the real world is academic
Studied and made plain
Reduced to wavefunction in the main.
Then they falter with the void
Gone the wrong way to avoid
Nothing can't drain, and it bubbles
with the point, of these our troubles.
so they must combine to give coherence
Linked into a substrata Knotted adherence
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