| Unselfing ~ |
| Indulge in the disjointed words of a rummaged mind as my skin breaks at the seams Will you sew this puppet of myself you know better than me back into shape? so i can face you all with the propriety of a proper not-me Your social success is so disowned My borrowed breath mindless ventriloquy my daily world-vomiting betray my unstill life Each word tangled in my throat unhinges me / jumbles me These are my bungled shows in a circus whose circumference is a manhole whose center is an alchemical fecal matter Here is the end of my respite, beautiful friend, I have relapsed and will go back to the taxidermist's -- Unsettle my body & strain my soul My voice flies nonewards in a dazzling absence of space Your eyes, relentless suns cincture me so piously that my weed-thoughts wither The days roll over me eventlessly In this pot I lie perfectly seared |
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