On Sunday moon you hear voices.
Unable to speak? Sing in the right.

Voice is a fantasy moon-like story,
In  overwhelming red of a theater.

You speak from a left hemisphere.
Sing in right ,you genius jellybean.

The song is red, in tooth and claw,
A hunter-gatherer’s in old jungle.

In the end all songs are blood red
But hemispheres grow bone white.

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