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A man who has never known
Fear. Fiction is rendered

Obsolete, life being, has
Become, a concentrate. Thick

Formula, fluid enough to lie
Still. Be still. Be. There's

A lot not to understand. Zero. Enough
Conformity to pleasure numbers, yet

Ears ring with signals. Hear. See.
Eyes open. Close. Become

Obsolete. Pass an eyelid
To the flesheater, wide

Awake now, so much clearer.