cause for no concern
can't claim a flow of words a string of letters a bubbling of emotions all on the page springing forth this video link-up is fading my voice is getting interfered with maybe this has all to do with the engagement itself the poor struggling metaphors if you knew how i felt in what circumstances could you have acted how you did, i want the inside of the box the other side of the story the internal monologue the reasoning thinking feeling moving intentionality that has played into the context into this hole from which i am clawing oh no i am not going to see you again i am droning on and leaping to false conclusions how i would love to see you again and death solves all problems no man no problem take a dive from the roof set yourself alight draw metal across skin this is the feeling i'm in look down on the page the warm bath i've drawn overflowing melting considering the prospect of an unhealthy healthy future still in the world still meandering about chosen trajectories there is no future there is only now.
i am dog eared marked crossed out favoured and flavoured lathered ready to go foaming at mouth chomping at the bit and when i most need it the direction satisfaction purpose a solid ground on which to hold is missing i am back on this earth from its primordial beginnings and my ego collapses under the weight good have it gone its sitting there holding the body back from its unrestricted self posing boundaries and lines in the sand let the body have its way the earning and yearnings of desire and pilgrimage rise afresh and direct the consciousness in its shape form direction platitude attitude
rip these flagrant commodities away this love this hate intoxication bereavement throw me again this other i thought i had wandering about in the world come against an object ahah another me not to be all this hard lesson learning to no ends to be thrown into the dust from whence this body rose outside inside blind farseer king or peasant there is no individual in the world there is no separation the difference is conceptual held in a stuttering bumbling ego amassed as an overflowing tying together of perception and feeling the great first person paradox.
let me stand back in the street and have the wind grind me to dust