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There's a fly buzzing round inside my head and it can't find its way out. |
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Crawling here and there not getting anywhere, |
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I can feel it panicking now. |
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As it follows a bundle of nerve fibres down the temporal lobe to my spinal cord. |
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Backs up to the pituitary gland, flees to the forebrain, turns again... |
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I can feel each footstep like a punch, my eyes explode with pain. |
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As it makes its way up my optic track then pauses and turns again... |
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It probes my hypotalamus, blunders round my cranium. |
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From the tectum to the tegmentum stretches its wings, then turns again... |
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Until it reaches the control centre, that tells me that |
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I'm me. It burrows into my synapses, rests a while and then it starts to feed... |
