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| MY MIND FERMENTS |
| Expedition... begun Things I can see... can't be Whether it's here... or there it will, personify High on fast tracks... relax When my hand glow... and grow My mind ferments... and hence it will, intensify Cigar clouds in the sky, Bright blue like Nevermind, Conscience of space and time, Has disappeared. It's cardboard taste, Patterns moving lake, Fungus has a smell, Colors grow pastel, Texture of paste, It's real and fake, Things like to melt, Cerebral glands swell... |