Nonsense from Far In by Walktell

Just a little quickie before I go to bed just a little outpouring of sticking to your guns
once begun can't come undone I mustn't try I can't keep my cortex courting lies
my neurons degrade and hierarchies arching rainbows radiating
in flattering tufts from my titillated tendons ending with the engines
and down down into vast subterranean chasms several hundred fathoms of fathers holding
heavy lidded wunderkinds feet to the fire irascible bullies bellowing
they can't stomach undertaker’s ire
and stopping halfway through the stream of conscious flooding

is there any value to nonsense
I couldn't float a flock of fidgeting fibers but I'll try to assign meaning once again
Is there any value to this lens
i’ll flow it slowly watch the motor smote another as I try to assign meaning once again

I feel misfortune like a filmy web cast around my sunshine flying momentarily through treetops
teetering on the brink of shrinking coastlines to be swallowed by the swindled masses
to be fingered by the forgers past attempts attendant on the wrong interpretation
interpolated visitations of sentient sidewinders with a penchant for mischief and pensioners smile

is there any value to nonsense
I couldn't float a flock of fidgeting fibers but I'll try to assign meaning once again
Is there any value to this lens
i’ll flow it slowly watch the motor smote another as I try to assign meaning once again
What can I be said to understand
I'll make a mockery of my vague attempts at lockdown as I try to assign meaning once again

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