And the minutes go by
So the hours, days and years
The position that once stood so firm
Has expanded into exploration
The daily chores and mores
With bitter or sweet stories
Bind me still to this day
The habit of waking up time after time
Either at daylight or approach of night
And facing the identity of times
The pressure of working slow or hard
Within an established web of might
Which clings like leaves
To the branches of Time
The relations that hooded my selfhood
The directions that booted me
Into realm of rotations
Keeping me circling the same dimension
The brushing of teeth, the shaving
The haircutting, the nail clipping
The eating, drinking, garbage dumping
And many other typical decisions
Hinting at the peace of indecision
And by now you might have guessed
My oasis is repetition's rest.

Don’t say this
Don’t say that
Don’t touch this
Don’t touch that,
Is this a parent thing
Or just a terrible trap,
Sit up straight
Don’t slurp your tea
What ever they say
I shall not agree.
Smoking is bad
Alcohol is a sin
All this parenting
Thing is growing thin.
Mum and dad making
My life a
living hell
Im thinking of getting out
Explode and rebel
Got a slight problem
My sister agrees brother
She said your only three.

Ears ringing, like after a concert.
Each sound, each voice, each tapping, each clicking...
Just—too much noise.
Too much...
Too ******* much!

Eyes burning like flames.
Too bright, too white, too dark, too...
Many colors blending together, creating a mess.
Too much...
Too ******* much!

Skin irritated, like a hundred bee stings.
Clothes rubbing, skin itching, scratching—makes it worse.
Each sensation, like a shock through the whole body.
Too much...
TOO ******* MUCH!

The  contingency of alcatroz
beguiled like a drop of honey in petrol
what fairs the best, in extreme circumstances, is the one that does not give a ****
but maybe, i must say - cares spiritually
so then they have entities, angels and other spirits on their side
the armour that is required for a shopping trip is just as much as what is needed  as that which is taken to  war,
in this day and age.

Noone is safe
And for  example, if the fight is unbeatable, because it involves a computer system then the mole hill must be disreputed through a grassy lie enema sorting bit by bit the bodies of the most fortunate but whose bodies no longer belong to them. perhaps that is why they are kept in unfortunate circumstances,