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The Colossal Sphere

December 1, 1988

I float around in here, my soul adrift, constant Security discovered in terror, I face it all The view slips by, and I die every instant

Ravaged by fear and tugged by desire, a tiny ant In the colossal sphere where neurons stand tall I float around in here, my soul adrift, constant

My feet alight upon the fleeting moment Until it’s swept away by the hurtling call The view slips by, and I die every instant

I knew not all this as an infant I knew nothing, I remember, I was normal I float around in here, my soul aloft, constant

Warm, damp, the pulsing grey begins to chant Beckoning, from the ominous bright pall The view slips by, and I die every instant

Someday I shall meet that precious recalcitrant Whose clock tells when my fate shall me befall I float around in here, my soul aloft, constant The view slips by, and I die every instant