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Higgledy-Piggledy

This illumination,
     Is merely a calibration,
      Which, in a rhythm sweet and slow,
        Opens the nerves and lets them flow.

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    ° Higgledy-Piggledy

a
  weee,
      anxiety...
             all alone as she can be,
And Consciousness,
                    ever since she too was wee.

They’d pass from dreams straight into bliss...
    - “Have I told you this?” -

      They fell into place by the feel of it all.
And Common Sense
                         sensed Sensibility’s call...
  As Man is bound to Mankind, after all.

           or even me, when I feel death loom...
   ...back in my world-renowned bedroom.


   The science of Feeling cannot be taught.
It can’t be taught, because it is not,

It isn’t,
Nor will it be,

 And it won’t even come to be.

       so what?

 You just blaze it to the end
____________________ my good friend.

 With one step taken where we stand,

                                  we burn
                     the curtain, hand in hand.
                    The Narrator was Narrated

                                  Through

                                    flame!

                         Cheers to the game!