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Where do these things come from? And why do they appear? And what am I to do with them? Through candy-floss clouds And sounds of laughter Tinned spaghetti rains Thunderous applause greets Nonsense of approval Arriving at your door in time For tea and scones and crumpet Buttered thickly slide and swing Towards infinity and back through Moment to infinity past knowing Sand to your sandwich man Get some grit and grind some More is less when air depleted Oxygen of dreams applied Unknown unknowing alone And fed to foster cloven hand As tooth and claw lick lines Of muster and destroy memes The theme of hell enacted now The present tense and springing Forth dimension head to time Out of reality spring lies and Torture torments fractured minds The drip of insanity bleeds rhythm Tawdry crass enforced by rhyme Given to the flight of fancy crime Against humanity