The prids

Lions in cages

The prids
You dialed in this dream for when it cuts
The softened signal slows the pains flow
Ignore the end and numb when nothing comes
You punch the auto-bored with your faint glow

The theorizing never stops or starts
The enveloping phase away and pull
Your cells divide and all your moments shot
The lions pacing in their cages dull

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