your mind is/not/your mind.
a belonging to the hybridity of the human-form of this computer.
belongs to an imagination unknown to anybody’s cell. caring for the thick is crucial. atnighttime. your mind is not your soul.
is on a plane shrine
can’t help but rhyme
can’t tell a whole story
connecting to your hell is not important
doctors have particularly full souls
teething menus in heaven
can’t stop saying things
you never really intended to share
it’s so healing right now
to be out in the rain, in the rain
not at all sweat-stained
bless my mind
bless my computer
I am so afraid of you, a glorious winter
carry
sunshine
I melt at ease
I have zero strength
I have zero feel for this
wisdom not really this
important tragedy for nothing
small incident of a person
my bed a hebrew stone,
furry and coarse
made of skin
made of sin
nothing like a model
nothing like a globe
a cursing giant
hobbling away
cracked trees
the entire globe of
Shin
its fire basket
a bouquet of rungs
random + full blood
the entire globe of --im
we reach in and out
fancy telling stories
I wish i knew more to tell you