I can't dominate
my cognition—
it's a ******' storm,
a wild tide,
I’m sinking in it,
wrapped in it,
aside.
In this pushy
blow of cognition,
I could fly,
travel in time,
leave God behind,
But at what limitations?
And more's !
More's !
More's !
Like I'm streaming on Youtube
with frictional shows!
I wish I could think,
beyond boundaries,
As I imagine,
I compose!
In cognition—
What if I could roam in time?
What if I could fly?
What if!?
What if!?
What if!?
More's—
More's—
More's.