the_mind_is_not_a_tapeworm raze when the insects in our minds start contemplating the nature of things the time we've lost that cannot be regained the damage we incur and accumulate large fabrics choked by moisture we didn't ask to carry as part of who we are the light will change strong feelings will be dispelled and the spells we tried to cast while indulging in provisional witchcraft will scatter their seeds as baffled as we are by ourselves and when your bones have turned to grain your skin sunk in your eyes dull marbles i'll be there to remind you who you were when we found each other 180608 ... unhinged more like a chimp jumping from tree to tree or the ocean (maybe it is rough on the surface but deep inside it is still) 180609 what's it to you? who go blather from