trill of whooperwill
or some wayward bird,
upon my window sill
what a thrill, I am
master of my will
meta and physicalist, made their tryst
stay on your side, abide the line
for time and being, for sigh and seeing
a'priori is another story
medium, medium,
transcend upon me
mesmerize, hypnotise, my time despise,
carry me across ether waves,
microchipped to electronic TV and radio graves
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