[key chimes]
[humming]
[tap dripping slow rhythm]
I’m idle
I’m battering my body flat on the anvil
I'm battering forks flat on the anvil
I’m idle
destructor, destructor
you're hectic
I'd love to see you around
only in if for the meaning of
In Some Break
are you being straight w me? be straight up
w me
[Whisper:] same
even
tru
even
not like before
they say You with the bootstraps
eat it, eat them
cus then i won’t be able to say we can pull ourselves up out of it
now, vibe check
I'm sorry but i ate my bootstraps so i can't pull myself up out of it
I'm the only one who can pull myself up on out of it
i can’t not see you but i don’t
even have the time
to see yu thru the feelings that
exist in your dulled mind
and i always know how you’re feeling
what your thinking too
but it really gets confusing
and days blur into few
there is departure
from consistency
my mis-appropriated breath
[breath, breath]
not to say, but meaning another way that, i like and want to vandalise things.
my polyglot body is the closest i have come
to a plural sense of learning, or a plural sense of fun,
it’s not via any cultural route but as something we have strung, out
intentionally and inwardly built
while on the run
we’re just having fun
while on the run
with our notice on death
idle as a truth-bearing document
which is to say none
nooo, there’s no such thing
all your artefacts of spring
are done
