I talk myself deep into time
These Loops are repeating and annoying
And can't take
Something

I dunno what
Some impingement
on their curve
on their free flow

You see it
the ******* of self
in the maelstrom
as identity

a concentration of now
is a concert
of insistence
of being

moved by a verb
of probability
Ahm prolly
right about you

knowing shears off
uselessly crowing
its labels
fizzling

that there I see
is really something
uncomfortable
printed