geometricalfuck

the sing-song voice selfishly sung,
"you lose yourself to find yourself."
as I dug my naked heels into the damp,
coarse grass of reflection. Mind-split-
ing, dead stalking, my big toe caught
on the corner of Maple, and I almost
gained a step, though the malady prevented
that.
and everyone surrounding had strands of
saliva extended from each word; as if
spiders spawned with each syllabic
endeavor...criss-crossing into one
magnificent web of sound. We are the
musical movement. We are. We are.
and like that, and with everything,
everything mends into one timeless
tale burrowing beneath frontal lobes
and eyes like globes. all-knowing like
god.
omnipotence never got us far...only tying
shoe laces in double-knots like four bunny
ears forming into one rabbit. it was all
too unnatural. too surreal. Today I coughed
up a baby bunny. how's that for movement?