On My Own

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