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

Author's Notes/Comments: 

written 6/3/07

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