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Nov 2013
O’ no he’s at it again where will his little feet take him, where will he go?
Eyes wide open but yet he can’t even see.
If you could witness what had just happened you would then suddenly know.
It is a bizarre and an unknown phenomenon
As he is putting on his very own sleepwalking show.
Walking around and around your inside a fog filled maze
Guiding whispers that only you can hear there protecting you
Because you’re blind when you’re in that heavenly haze.
Oblivious to wonder as if you are free
Drifting in and out of a confusional arousal
If you want to know just what had happened, just ask me.
What visions had this prophet did witness
As he is walking all about in his sacred given bliss?
So happy he now found me in what they call
A dominant disorder with reduced penetrance
I can’t explain it but…if you ask him,
He calls it nothing more than,
Just having a death dance.

(SirCARSr. 11-23-13)

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