looking at

Looking at the bus’-window like: looking at a screen – the perfect – alienation – of my own – segregation.

Just started to meet myself, I have to advertise a branded self,

– determination and confidence defined by my personal shape, the curves of my soul, the hips of my logic.

I grip my past to shape my brand, I grip my past to justify,

– to avoid the unknown, of my own, known, – defend, the void, of my own, unknown.

And the flux flows through,

my reactions – to your actions – of my reactions.

And I am suffocating, and she is suffocating,

– break, crack, get through, fracture our thick layer of asphalt foundation.

Looking at the bus’-window like: looking at a screen – the perfect – alienation – of my own – segregation.

Looking at the live show window: tracking, victims of the trigger, unprimed – reactions.

Shell cracks, I exult –

Juno Lark burns down, I indulge –
Self, radiation, of my self, repression.


 

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