A twisted head surrounds me,
Counting to ten used to be easy,
Now a trillion voices mumble,
I'm a juggler
who just can't but fumble.
Sponges absorb like minds,
What goes in comes out and finds
its world.
The world formed on a whim,
Inertia on a rampage.
The world formed on a whim,
Inertia on a rampage.
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