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something old -
they are interested in fishes. a fish has not lived my life. you can tell from the stories i keep, from the ideas i share. my human mouth leaves me trapped in my muzzled silence; the scaly water dwellers have their muted eons of evolution to set them free. my friends go swimming in the infinite clear. i love them. i wish i could love them less, i wish i could love them more.
something new -
spokenly spurned, read a legacy of left laments. but when we are on the other side, it's near impossible to conjure the real feeling, and all that's left is sympathy. i know that pity has never been a suitable consolation, but i can't wear anything else.
how do you get away from everything you know when it's everything you know?
we try not to know it.
"we" are what is, more than i.
and i listen to them liberating me from the heavy ocean twice, and from one state border, and from the haze of guesswork
with no words and a wall of sound.
the night dreamed me into my friend's laughs; we murdered three unfortunates in a bathtub and left them with splayed limbs and angled extremities while we frantically tried to dissolve bloodpools. i took refuge in my homicidal fantasy, where fore some minutes i'm sure, scrabble felt like something more sinister than scrabble.
they are interested in fishes. a fish has not lived my life. you can tell from the stories i keep, from the ideas i share. my human mouth leaves me trapped in my muzzled silence; the scaly water dwellers have their muted eons of evolution to set them free. my friends go swimming in the infinite clear. i love them. i wish i could love them less, i wish i could love them more.
something new -
spokenly spurned, read a legacy of left laments. but when we are on the other side, it's near impossible to conjure the real feeling, and all that's left is sympathy. i know that pity has never been a suitable consolation, but i can't wear anything else.
how do you get away from everything you know when it's everything you know?
we try not to know it.
"we" are what is, more than i.
and i listen to them liberating me from the heavy ocean twice, and from one state border, and from the haze of guesswork
with no words and a wall of sound.
the night dreamed me into my friend's laughs; we murdered three unfortunates in a bathtub and left them with splayed limbs and angled extremities while we frantically tried to dissolve bloodpools. i took refuge in my homicidal fantasy, where fore some minutes i'm sure, scrabble felt like something more sinister than scrabble.