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While pondering,
In the back of my reptilian brain.
I was subtly brought to my sub-conscience.
wondrously enthralled,
In the echoes and reverbs of my mind's eye.
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always awake but still sleeping,
both sustain and delay working in time.
the spoils of wasted lives;
are made to fit,
playing rhythm and leads.
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surpassing all the made up stuff, like....
"Primate brain"
"Mammalian brain"
and so on and so forth.
Till I traveled to where the sun is cold,
my own cranial universe.
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the willing travel through their spheres of memory, shaped and timed.
the annals of history tell us,
all is well within a war's breath.
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the people's silence worth more than gold.
and where,
caring is a death sentence.
so, I care.
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Mason Allison