Shrug Language

Like the shittiest thought

A futureless rot

Ears pricked by insect

That which batters and stings

That hang like icicles

That hang like icicles

Says makeshift surgeon

I feel like burden

From something that I took

The glow just above the skin casts a hideous blind

This daedalus design

I feel as though I'm losing my mind

I'm losing I'm losing I'm losing I'm losing

I'm losing I'm losing it

A furious entangle that has wrapped the whole thing

Sheer by the timing of it

Which reverberates and swells for vertebrates and shells

From something that I took

Words teased out like chakra

Here they arrive en masse

Here they hang like icicles

Shrugs language and barricades like bears in caves

And so beat the great wings of repose

Seems to elicit a curious word

I've been looking forward to this all day, mind-loser

I'm losing I'm losing I'm losing I'm losing

I'm losing losing losing losing losing losing losing losing