Two minds, both shared physically,

In Lumon Industries, where we set our scene,

From unbearable grief break to mental clarity,

Where severed mind makes severed days unseen.

From forth the separate lives of these two foes,

A moment glimpsed from your Outie’s life;

Brings an unbridled desire to know

How many memories lost under the knife?

The hopeful discovery of an overtime contingency,

And the continuance of their Innie’s rage,

Would not, save but for Dylan’s son, have uncovered this conspiracy.

Is now the fifty-five minutes of our stage;

The which if you with patient eyes attend,

What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

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