I'm queued into a file of lost psyches. It winds through time but lacks a hint of space, and something heads the line that's unappeased I'm queued into a file of lost psyches. A greedy devourer remains displeased despite the endless line and racing pace. I'm queued into a file of lost psyches, it winds through time but lacks a hint of space.
I dreamt the door looked out upon treetops and I could walk out on blue sky and cloud and see the world as would a tall cyclops. I dreamt the door looked out upon treetops, but in my dream I plunged into the copse. Sky walking proved more dream than was allowed. I dreamt the door looked out upon treetops, but could I walk out to blue sky and cloud?
Antibodies tell other from I. A thing my brain can't always do. To unbid guests they're never shy -- antibodies fight other not I. If It seems odd, they'll freely pry, to ID that old sneaky Flu. Antibodies tell other from I - a thing my brain can't always do.
I opened up a book to a strange land.
A storied portal let me travel through,
and I looked down an unknown city’s strand.
I’d opened up a book to a strange land.
Here, ironically, all great books were banned
to keep the locals home and quite subdued.
I opened up a book to a strange land;
a storied portal let me travel through.
That arrow can’t be meant for me
though it plummets toward my chest.
This is no time to turn and flee —
that arrow can’t be meant for me.
If I ran now, who would I be —
one of the crowd, just like the rest.
That arrow can’t be meant for me
though it plummets toward my chest.
The pounding rain will ease,
but still the flood follows.
The gale becomes a breeze.
That pounding rain will ease!
And stillness tames the trees
while runoff swamps the hollows.
That pounding rain will ease,
but still that flood follows.
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