there was a center forming images
barely able to find its vision in a
field of flag-waving motif
it was a foetus but not a baby
not a fox, but then a dog i know
then the consciousness decided
to self-freak, self-prank, and i
was having nothing of it i said
bring it on, your worms and teeth
it can't hurt me, and i like the horror
so in his passive-aggressive wisdom,
Braino sends a tap-dancing suit of
armor, and this was how i could tell
that sleep had vanquished spirographics
Love, Illyn
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