reckless

it feels like sleep

it feels like being born

return to soil

return to frailer form

Times when, I will need you

There are times when, you're not around

Times when, I will need you

There are times when, you're not around

I’ll protect you from
All the things ive seen 

And I’ll clean your wounds 

Rinse them with saline 

Kerosene 

the remorse
you can't hide
now we molt
past our skin
and make room
to begin                                                                          Good times keep rolling, got to escape now 

eat right out 

of their hand

its concaved

all your glands

we're encouraged

to forget

preference

to be forcefed

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