It's been yonks since a MacGyver moment,
when up-close eyes roll back and forth,
a storeroom joining of the dots,
elastic band to gum to smear of polonium,
but yes, had a moment of sorts:
Dysphoria from the uptake of life,
brain monotonizing pleasure,
escape through increased fire,
and knowledge poised above it all,
taunting, jeering, commiserating
the unbridgeable perspective
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