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Second Syntax
Incessant internal banter
The tower of Babel spins
Yarns strewn throughout one's ego
Like play by play commentary
In a vessel that never fills
Do not distress overly much
If broken tape throws for a loop
When perception tinges memory
Every body lets mind ramble
While understating sooth
Yet verbal thought be but a bough
Growing from the trunk of consciousness
There are countless others anyhow
Like silent knowledge (Gnosis)
Dreams and consensual bliss
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