I am I am I am
is ringing through my idle brain
synapses firing off again
and again and again and again
wishing I could stop it
no, begging it to halt
to join the brain dead ranks
the zombies that walk among us
yes zombies, but happy none the less
the rawness that I covet
the blindness that I seek
to be a part of them
not apart from them
this humming distance
has begun to shout
I am I am I am
therefore I think
which seems to be the rotting root
of all my petty problems
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