If I never stopped thinking, I'd avoid
the road to hell.
If the devil's in the details, then
salvation's there as well,
For all the talk of hands, the former
finds my idle brain,
and the latter keep my mind at full
steam, train a train.
My refuge from flesh is a life of the
mind, meter and rhyme.
I can out-think my id, at least some of
the time.
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