i filled a jar with you

[praenomenepoch]

with something that looked familiar in my hand
i'll come to you with a statement that is a little bland
do disregard my lack of pleasing rhetoric
my mind has been swimming on small pains and pin pricks
look at me, look at me, i'm expressing abstractly
fuck this, i never curse...

"where will you dine when you're down?"
these aren't my words...
but they ring loud to me all the same