Roiling Epiphenomena

Separate, unequal: matter covers mind
In its mucus remembrane, saved ones zero out 
The thought in its\elf

Splash, sight zone begotten by ear-lingua
Frankishly, croque bedlam with a hammy egg
Whets not an appetite, but a smooth throaty pipe

Say it like you fizz, as words may vibrate that which
They pass through while rigorously evading 
A conscious conceit

Effervesce, love, for fiction! Stable classifications
Erode under moderate, constant, volcanic earthquakes

Plurality is no experience: while specific gravity won't be felt
It will make you fall

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