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Sixteen spirit voices in a menal melange The disembodied chorus in a bucket of flange Baby serpents dreaming at the bottom of their eggs Occidental drone driving their legs Somebody somewhere must have figured it out Leaving it open for apostles of doubt Banging on a tabla till the kingdom comes Feel it in my fingers and my thimbles and thumbs Einstein sent a cruiser to another dimension Strange little beasties on the surface tension A plague of maharishis in a post-ecstatic haze Is this the way you've been wasting your days