dancing inferences to situations i’m not allowed to be in
to launguages involving me
that I cannot see
congruence in word,
the similarities hit at random seems perfectly
proportionate to noting
the narrative spikes and drives of memory in our minds
leans forward intuitively
sets hard back accidently
calmly watches the distraction of thought
gather itself back up
from the salt water
brackish brine lapping at the concerted conceptions
Like an old boot, pulled up covered in seaweed
red tide
the spectrum shifts irreparably
it’s not spelled the way it sounds
sid, carefully
portions are too mealy and steady
we haven’t been used
to the rigorous brain exercises
and vigorous nodding to common plastics
cause and replications of
the computations in imaginary dynamics
blushing away a wake of comments
I can’t possibly make
fuck sake
your carnal knowledge
is mistake
(yeah, sure, and someday we’ll all be flying around like bees)
let me dance you directions
to the nearest flower
you can build a solitary nest of the petals
and never be bothered again
by the mathematics
that tell your wings they can’t fly
there’s no real sun these days anyhow
it’s all florescent or seen through silk screens of chem-trails
blasting patterns at XY like we could find out
what zero and one are actually doing so close together