shhhhh...
These words are silent
Spoked a cyclical link
First timer of repetition
dotted that knot in ink
black on right handed
even's left turned back
internal monster feeding
in the bubble or sack
applying only the types
Twidderly rule's and thumbs
Broken in the attempted
I'd would rather be dumb
fitted into them others
in their know nothing
escapement from reality
Into wit! keen and sharpening
I think, maybe...we
As the Mental types of ape
Find a certain comfort
When we sucsessfully shape
the external world
Realistic models that we test
And.. find works.
Like, as though truth is what's best
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