t would be quite ordinary
not to break the barrier to temptation
not to change the direction
i have been
not to break
quite ordinary
that’s a confligration
isn’t it
waving a red flag
to a goldfish
the round bowl
the distortion
the
lets break out of this damn crap
i’m no fucking goldfish
there’s breathing gas out there
actually
i know there is
because i see so many other people
swimming there
but i shall be sober
no judge faux sober
simply able to stand up
think decide
the siren the whole me let hypnotise
mischien
i think i shall allow
one of these night–preening demons of fleur
awakeness and no grotty demeanour
complicate