Not Perpaps. ========== By caress of microwave, salve They into awareness a lave Of nightmare, or, rarely, image Blessed of bodily pleasures gained; Of memories retained both be, Elicited of a science Unacknowledged among the free As yet, proof by experience Perhaps the only proof one shall See, concealed as it seems to Me To be, not lacking awareness Of scientific advance, guess I do not nor chance to mistake The microwave feel which does break Upon consciousness at times, makes Sleep, or even bodily ease, Begrimed of eruditions take On what it means when fascists fake In favour of febrile power Thirst to slake, regarding duress Inflicted as more like a home Bake than a cake left out in the Reign, and One wonders what other Mysteries they deny, retain In mammaries of conflict braned.
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