The intricate ways
That humans dissociate
From nativity
The harder it becomes
To give it back
To ourselves and them
The endless sound of mosquitoes
Draining me
The pressure
The journey
The adventure
Of becoming
Giving
Begging for forgiveness
Sorry I have been gone
For so long

if you do not put 
equal force and pressure
on the surroundings
the world around you
society 
It will get inside of you
it will force you to do what it wants
if you can exert more force and pressure
than the world can on you 
you can do with it what you want

I need to be enough
As is
Overwhelmingly enough
I won’t be the society of genocide
I won’t dissociate from humanity
I won’t fall in love
Inside of genocide
I will not smile within genocide
Play in it and laugh with you
I do not enjoy the sounds it makes
I know how to restore us
I know how to destroy
While having fun and being free
I love Beauty but it is in me
Seriously
Letting go
Before reincarnation turns me down
Too

Nature is lavishing
Reincarnation
Toxicity spoils to death
When In genocide
A Cafe for studying genocide
Poetic
On point solutions
For a failing society
A non profit
Musical
Starring
Indigenous revolution
From all of earth

Happiness is furious
With how it’s represented
Competition of dissociative
Laughing smiles
Rubbing it in
Lavishing leisure
afforded from genocide
Small talk and celebrate
Coercive society
Happiness is furious
That we can find beauty
In its destruction
That we throw so much
Away into decomposition
While starvation decomposes
While we compose synthesize
Ourselves to act normal
Radical structure of intimacy
On a genocidal basement
Happiness is furiously
Unraveling corruption

My life crumbled back into time
For this experience
How many senses can I handle at once
Keeping ahead of objectified intelligence
A wave consuming
I saw it break

I love the questions she asks
With her unquestionable beauty