I want
to make
the truth
flow.
This is not an essay.
Or an open wound.
True debauchery, no, true inspiration
Must come from
What has been
Crossed out, no, from what has been done before.
It will, no, it must ripple along muscles pulling strings as puppeteer,
to the beat of your tapping brain.
It will, yes it will, hit the bass and vibrate.