There’s just… all this noise… There’s all this noise and I feel like a tone floating around in some kinda modal stasis. And I just want to change the key but I can never seem to get the voice leading right.

There’s all these other intervals in here with me and we’re all packed in too tight. I’m just a chromatic scale descending into dissonance as I push past clusters of minor seconds.

I feel like I’ve gotta fight to find consonance, but I’m so **** quiet that nobody can harmonize with me. Nobody can even hear me over all this noise all this noise all this noise. This noise when so many sing without listening. This noise of a thousand unheard melodies.

This noise this noise this noise
This noise this noise this noise

synthetic soul
you are a stunt double doing stunts I never needed to do in the first place

synthetic soul
you are an escape from the real deal quiet squeal you keep me hidden in the shadows

synthetic soul
I am tired of making excuses for myself so you can let others shine I want to see the daylight too

fabricated face
you are sewn to the sinews of the muscles beneath my flesh and your expressions are a tiresome dance I try to follow in empty steps

fabricated face
you bend to my perceived will of others and leave me creaking and cracked

fabricated face
I thought you were here to protect me

fabricated face
now I know you can only hurt me

I thought I knew this from the beginning
but I can only feel it now

If my perception of you
is a reflection of me,
and your perception of me
is a reflection of you,

then are our perceptions
of each other refractions
of our perceptions of our selves?

and if so, are our perceptions
of our selves refractions
of our perceptions of each other?

adore galore
a bounty of beauty bounces blissfully about fields of budding wandering wonders

wistful waking dreams are the places to be, y'see... imagine being free - imagine being free...

tree climbing is much more than a past time activity, it is a livelihood
it isn't 'what if I should?'
it's all good it's all good

bent bright distortions of self parodies are overanalyzed and indistinguishable from nonfiction, a sarcasm fostered past the point of pointlessness

silly ironic discrepancies spiral inward to vast void fluidity tie a knot and listen to it melt under the microscope

sizzle sun ray beam of light sends me sniffing around in surround sound you're a stinky hologram come find me singin'

whew! I love yew
I love yew!

poppy flower snake ****
spicy changa sunflower
sassy sufferin' sassafras
morning glory rain dance

green goddess giddy leaves
spicy pie and grilled cheese

swiftly drifting hippie child
sounding the bell of crystal quartz
undead spunyuns seize empty moments
fill them with crumpled smirks and last minute breaths

quartz unclouded
in a moment of clarity
I'm overtaken by electricity
crackle crackle jolt

a lightning bolt
from the tips of my fingers
traveling up my arms and
sizzling out in my elbows
my joints my joints

I am found unfinding
unfound and finding
myself losing myself
lost and found

tingly tongue tied with
sizzly pop sizzle spit
electric electric  

along the same line
I follow stories from
book to book I look
I swing I bring my own

back and forth from
word to word we see lines
cut from crystalline letters

round and round
crush crackle jolt

tell me something new
tell me something new
tell me something new