I am starting to engage in conversations with imaginary me
slight deviant in nature,
being stretched along miles, this plastic brain
unconscious of my own presence
tells me, you should run
and maybe fly and jump outside the earth -
Is that even possible?
It calls to me again, rubs my face with its chilly hands
where do I go now, what do I do?
The numbness is free,
as frivolous as it gets,
I cannot hold myself down
Counting the atoms to the precise number
a shrill voice in vacuum dissolves us
all down into what sand we are
It is stunningly liberating.
Where do I go now, what do I do?
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