and if the time capsule swallowed
is a placebo, and so my shell is gone
enteric
and if I cross dissolve and glower
in between the folds,
is my packaging generic?

I feel it on my own now
never told me nothing
I feel it on my own now
hold me to nothing
I feel it on my own now
can’t you see?

while floating on fungi everything had turned
theatrical, full of noble intents, gas
and gravitation pulls
earth to head-ass in them
sock-covered toes, them rotations don’t stop
for your manners, medians, modes

that color you’re seeing,
does it hold a pretense,
a layer of declension over
infinitive meaning?
that epistemology is just a slow sink,
I clarify in my patterned breathing
(just breathe in)

I feel it on my own now
never told me nothing
I feel it on my own now
hold me to nothing
I feel it on my own now
can’t you see?

and if the time capsule swallowed
is a placebo, and so my shell is gone
enteric
and if I cross dissolve and glower
in between the folds,
is my packaging generic?

let me sing in unadulterated sub bass consciousness
let it slip to a rap unchecked
flutter notes and words
let me feel the unheard

told myself it’d be like this
when the mortal coil is
4c or tighter
my second person
in the dingy darkness is
harmonizing,
singing through a sense of self
low voice and edifying

I feel it on my own now
never told me nothing
I feel it on my own now
hold me to nothing
I feel it on my own now
can’t you see?

I don’t need to seek
I’m right here
I’m right here
everything I need I know is right here