Яubber Band ￦rist
Angel Marcloid
Photons bursting in air
Hours after seething cyanide
Floated under the floor
A subtler hook drifted by
Caught your feet for today
Yes, but one's experience of the brain
And one's experience of anything else
Is an appearance in consciousness
In fact, nobody does ever
Or has ever, or indeed could ever
Experience anything outside of consciousness