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Everything you said almost made sense.
Of how deep down there was no such thing as physics,
Just lots of hot air and even then not even that.
Of how energy came in bundles as minute as life could be,
Like exploding tumbleweed fireworks coating everything
Like snap-sugar Pop Rocks on the tongue.
Market research calls them Kets - like Ketamine - nonsensical confectionary
Full of artificiality, of ingredients created by science and maths,
Separated from the adult universe by neon packaging
And names which have yet to be stripped of imagination
By the daily grind of skin on skin, the blandness of living
Thats so palpable, you could put it in your mouth, and chew, and think:
Huh. Tastes like chicken.
So to hear you say that nothing ever touches made me feel
Like running into the office, wearing space helmet and spurrs,
And knocking over the water cooler before diving out the window
Into a primary coloured ocean of Slush Puppies and Skittles.
To know that a void exists with
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