The crowd squeezes me
back into non-existence
And the world, confines
the crowd
And the void pressures
the world into a sphere
And the universe prevents
the void from spreading
wild and unchecked.
Ergo,
the universe is squeezing me
back into non-existence.
Like a ******* child
who’s diligent compression
might revert the flow of time
and compensate for
some ancient rash decision
And I
with all my puny might
push myself away from
the moment of conception
let out a mute defying roar
through gritted teeth
through arched back
and through a dripping brow
through trembling
and nausea
and bundles of strained muscles
that resonate
with ever shrinking frequency
until they reach
a breaking point
and crumple to a singularity
It is a battle lost each day
since universes, as they come
are infinite
and I infinitesimal
assigned a finite stay
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 6:41 AM UTC
The crowd squeezes me
back into non-existence
And the world, confines
the crowd
And the void pressures
the world into a sphere
And the universe prevents
the void from spreading
wild and unchecked.
Ergo,
the universe is squeezing me
back into non-existence.
Like a ******* child
who’s diligent compression
might revert the flow of time
and compensate for
some ancient rash decision
And I
with all my puny might
push myself away from
the moment of conception
let out a mute defying roar
through gritted teeth
through arched back
and through a dripping brow
through trembling
and nausea
and bundles of strained muscles
that resonate
with ever shrinking frequency
until they reach
a breaking point
and crumple to a singularity
It is a battle lost each day
since universes, as they come
are infinite
and I infinitesimal
assigned a finite stay