Flatten your choices
On your palm
And read them quietly
Choices chosen by a thousand titans
Choices as small as a raisin
Big as a nut
Swallowed with a cup of petroleum
And a paste of carbon monoxide
High high
You became him,he became her
And she becomes you
Striving for uniqueness
Individuality
Perspicacious convenience
Comes out of absurdity
And boredom
Creating a filled circle
Which is a spiral
Over a spiral
Doing what you do
Sudden glitch
And you loose the pen
The drawing becomes a hurricane
Of madness
But at least
You found something new
Something half complete
Or half full
Rusted steel grinding
Scissors cussing
Cutting
Making it's way through your tongue
Through the pages and papers
Dividing it into
Two
Exact half
Hissing
Against the other half
Turning your ear-drums
Into a fiasco bombardo
Get out of your body
Through the pores
Mucus
And see
Without anyone's pressure
Pressing their thumbs
Upon your lids