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Oniochalasia
Oniochalasia
It is time for me
to work,
'tis early morning
when I awoke!
But how come
I still feel that I am
just here dreaming
Learning that
I have evolved like
A grown up whose
Brain is still sleeping
Remember that
it is all in your head,
Mr. Woodsman
Third space has woken
you on the wrong side of the bed
but your day has begun—
Watch parents as they
turn into very old age
And things have been reduced
into a papered over theatrical stage
They buy from us little people
Doting on pictures, cuteness
picturesque, an endless life cycle
Let's you come to the conclusion
That life on earth is caged wilderness
Living solely with nothing eternal
So you come dreaming up,
reverting to more spiritual, morally justified biological existence
Did your actions lift you yet
Or have you felt that you got paid for
With your sins already—and worldly debt?
I guess not—
