To go with Gut-Feeling
Infinite silence,
flowing right in with the dawn
This is wrong, and I cannot sleep without the radio on.
And we fall asleep again with ties to mend
So please let the cleaning begin with evolution.
You are in my dreams
Half human, half machine
Looking right through the lens
From winter brings the spring again.
Hold my breath 'til communication is only just a test. You with someone else that I have felt and seen I cannot rest, or my consciousness contest.

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