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Sugar Cubed Square Root Canals
Easy click after the starting line
Checkered flags at the end zones
X marks the spot and the occasion
Ribbons cut and glasses raised
X marking the needle's point
Of the wild goose chase
Raising our eyes an inch or three
Still and listening to simply be
And somewhere lost
In the third eye of the brainstorm
No X or Y splitting hairs like atoms
Oblivion is always everywhere
Nowhere faster than before
Sugar cubed square root canals
Wind tangled in the whiskers
Of the hair brained scuba swerve
As we are all glass houses with ant-sized mouses
On the edge of our seats for the next good scare
