the sticky sweet curtain of predictable stages has been drawn
plodding empty headed to and from dusty corners
eager traffic kicked up a suffocating cloud
unable to find myself in its figuring
I cough out in protest to clear the pathway
visibility has altered all
the mechanism lays deep within
and its quality is mirrored in the dissonance
of your breath
deep fried in the oily soup of everyday's everyday
the heat and the haze
covers your heads, hands, and tongue
unobservant to the reaction
of the constrained
you float in future scenario
with blinders
and I
weighted by ubiquitous plots
seek to find a means to drop the build
be still and know
desire of the common route
requires the dissolution of individual essence
the cherished bits
found amongst the crescendos
of times and people
are not acknowledged in your method
malleable will never be synonymous
I do not belong to
or wish to be made part of
the broad and average
eliminate expectations
out of the time we spend
it requires more than management
open yourself
to see outside of yourself
maybe then
you will see me
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