Nothing has ever happened to me,
I am not anyone in particular.
The dark delicious potion pours
Down a tube that can talk.
Call it "throat."
But do not speak.
Let the light in.
Hear the first faint melodies of creation,
Feel an ethereal architect etching
Your genome with photon fragments
Inside a canvas of hollowed cosmos.
This isn't "me."
I've done nothing but
Oh, how we will play
With The Possible today!
You're such a bendabley posabley
Shining example of sanity.
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