You breathe in, I exhale and choke.
Swallow, my dear: now, explain my indigestion.
Fibers solid, webwork inconclusive,
look at this detective here, lost in the dark.
Regardless, here I lay, bursting at the seams,
pop or implode, flip the quarter.
I inhale, can't summon fourth a sigh
out my own lips or through entanglement
and so I agonize in expansion,
ever-wound in exponentially rising complexities.
I and Other mix and mingle
till I just don't know what's my own anymore,
though I suppose, in a way,
anything I happen to hold becomes.
If you can infect me, I can affect you.
Is there hope for resuscitation here?
Self-interest is altruistic, can't you see?
Distinctions blur in my world.
This graying landscape infects my eyes,
perhaps I should dedicate my psychological surplus
to building a wall around myself, bricks of resistance
to defend the over-sensitive sponge,
and in the meantime,
medicate in my desperation.
Must look away from this,
as there's no hope for healing
unless I can manage to
buy some time, rent some space
to generate my own light.
Escapism may have survival value.
A trade may be in order here.
My kingdom of cards bridged atop a faultline
for a solid rock on an unbroken and sustained plateau.
Swallow, my dear: now, explain my indigestion.
Fibers solid, webwork inconclusive,
look at this detective here, lost in the dark.
Regardless, here I lay, bursting at the seams,
pop or implode, flip the quarter.
I inhale, can't summon fourth a sigh
out my own lips or through entanglement
and so I agonize in expansion,
ever-wound in exponentially rising complexities.
I and Other mix and mingle
till I just don't know what's my own anymore,
though I suppose, in a way,
anything I happen to hold becomes.
If you can infect me, I can affect you.
Is there hope for resuscitation here?
Self-interest is altruistic, can't you see?
Distinctions blur in my world.
This graying landscape infects my eyes,
perhaps I should dedicate my psychological surplus
to building a wall around myself, bricks of resistance
to defend the over-sensitive sponge,
and in the meantime,
medicate in my desperation.
Must look away from this,
as there's no hope for healing
unless I can manage to
buy some time, rent some space
to generate my own light.
Escapism may have survival value.
A trade may be in order here.
My kingdom of cards bridged atop a faultline
for a solid rock on an unbroken and sustained plateau.
