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[40oztofreedom_]

burping knowledge
sanding the floors
drumming the holy incantions.
This is my existence.

soon, all will be airtight.
i will be safe to travel underwater
with microscopes and kettlefish.

sensibility is gradual
everything that i have learned
cannot compare to
everything that i have forgotten

I often have visions of colour
lately greens.
have i spent all my reds?
or am i unworthy of their insight?

I'm sick and tired and sick.
volcanic ash in throat
pure potential, as inconcievable as white light,
wasted. 4 days. gone.

I don't have to make sense
or a point
or tomato soup
until I get a medicinal massage.