angst cycle (iii) — [ƹ] (iii)

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 conflagration
isn’t it
waving a red flag
to a goldfish

the round bowl
the distortion

lets break out of this damn crap
i’m no fucking goldfish
there’s breathing gas out there

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

i think i shall allow
one of these night–preening demons of fleur
awakeness and no grotty demeanour