Reinstall

Cucumber Lodge

Converging underneath your skin,
Points they vanish deep within,
Where still they fix you with a pin.

You feel a subtle tingle.
They reinstall the jingle,
As lies and truth they mingle.

The blanker state it reappears,
A state that they can shift and steer,
By spectacle and constant fear.

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