I am an agglomeration of symptoms—
purposefully askew and tinny.
Closer to your interior benchmark—
akin to brainy and quicksilver—
but with HEAVE!
Diffident ain’t the workshopped word you’d use,
closer to big shrimp without the sea.
I really don’t know what I’m going on about,
but there’s something here I want to convey
about a dark impulse, black mold, and slow discord.
About density. Decency. About freedom leaking. Deflating.
(Then we clank to a full stop.)
What I’m Listening To:
“Our differences are irrelevant
To only name the flaws
Are excuses to not connect”
—Bjork / “Atopos”