| The mind is willing
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| But the flesh is stuck in evolution’s lazy stride
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| The vision dies, the door is locked
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| Time and again, the dream’s denied
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| Abjure the somatic tether
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| That binds our world together
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| Conjure flesh under will
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| Spin, spin go the baryons
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| Round and round, a ballet in stasis
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| Unchanging, they carry on
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| Lest chance and law start trading places
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| And lysergic amino acids levitate
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| Free and placid
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| Elevate the yoke of our physique
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| A new wind howls
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| Through the gallery of thoughts
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| Athwart reality
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| Kernel panic erupts in synaptic galaxies
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| When descending deep enough
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| Into the heart of what we are
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| One soon discovers matter’s bluff:
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| Stuff is made from nothing at all
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| A creature of habit is our universe
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| Profound the terror
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| Of the atom, the molecule, the cell
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| When faced with change;
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| To desire it — perverse
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| Invoking it — an inconceivable hell
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| Until being dies and becoming awakens |