Minerva System
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So on to the next thingsAnd a goddess
I can detailRight in the face and not feel
A thing out of orderNovocain Novocain refinery goner
The theme proceeds in a long mangled line—
ApophenaicallyObliterating noise while at the same time
Embracing itYou hear thatIt’s a liver
Or a river in your lifeI can’t imagine you sailing
On a Sunday or a Tuesday or a tanker
Where could you be rushingDrawing your amazement
Your one mangled eye just looked
At the television, the dust in your pajamas
I reach out in pieces with a hole in my triceratops
It isn’t enough that we used to be closeI love you
But right now you’re swimmingremember