Despair on one side
Bliss on the other,
The flipside flipped
And so here I am again,
And what a wild trip!
What a fractured fracture,
Molecules flying
Every which way
And their substrate
Fragmenting too,
Always coming back together
And going back out there again,
Like the animation of the defragmenting disk:
Pieces flying all over the screen
And re-forming neatly
Just as if the breaks had never been;
And so
There are no breaks,
Not even in the breaks,
Nor when hitting the brakes!
“Whoa!”
Said the passenger,
“Put on the brakes!
Pray do!”
“Whoops!”
Replied the driver
“There are no brakes
On this crazy cart.”
Am I just going downhill?
Or is that an illusion?
Does any of this really make sense?
Or is that only mind at work?
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