There's nothing more to say,
Except I've got to trudge through this poem,
Since I missed yesterday,
I'm at the lowest denominator,
Talking about myself,
In such language that it is obvious,
Rather than utilizing something else,
Just pushing my fingers to push the keys,
While fog surrounds my brain,
Is this some degenerative disease,
Medicine's yet to name,
Or have I hit,
Some limit to my thought,
Now my consciousness has had to reset,
So my computational strength is shot?
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