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The naked brain, Shelled and gutted, Peeled of
its definitions, Leaves naught but an isolated interaction.
A single facet wavering, Dangling from the
void, Relative only to itself. A tender film
of flesh, Dividing nothing from nothing, Trembles as
the waves of indefinite tides lap against its tension.
Taut across the vast expanse, Bearing witness to its own continuum,
determinate ad infinatum.
And the last sensation evanesces in its lack of differentiation.
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