We crave extreme sensation,
Hurtling, slapped with cold,
Stomachs lurching as we drop,
In our most sensitive youth.
As we age and senses dull
We crave life ever duller,
Slower rides and softer falls.
It’s mostly ache and balance,
Urges to evacuate,
Urges to consume.
The whole system, the billions
Of lives with trillions
Of instructions, wants to lie
Down in something soft to sleep.
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