My mom called

  Do you want to get on stage, me neither,

  Did your mom call,

  Second eternities, passing, what fills a cup,

  Mostly echoes, dreams and the lost, would he cut the line, maybe your mom called as well,

  Do dreams echo, and maybe the dark side of the moon, and assumptions,

  Where was the line drawn,

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  The hole I hide in, do you know my postal code, no man, that’s something you should know,

  Elementary my dear Watson, was a joke whispered,

  It fills a cup and it echoes back, second eternities, and the next in the sequence, and the hole I hide in…

  Your mom asks if you have a girlfriend

  Goodwill is the key that unlocks magick, for it is truly something that can communicate with the vast expanse of space, me and an infinity barrier, consent and the rest of the community, break a seal or break a barrier, cry out, daddy, yes, more, than whisper, and ask if he beat the allegations, ask him what fills a cup, and why poetry is so lust-filled, eternities, and the rest of my dreams, the ability to communicate, whisper, is this thing on, who I happen to be, the world line, and all the lessons, your mother and the dark side of the moon, tell me, was it a good day, which settings are incorrect, so many apple seeds, please tell me, is it I that pulls strings?