i struggle to recongise my face
and somehow i look the same
i am crafted so carefully by considerate moments
and meals i forgot to eat
obsessed with paraphernalia
aesthetics
congruent shapes fit more easily
i am congruent with rocks
tied myself to the colour green
the letter D
i wear a face i don't even see
so well how you know me
like the green and hills unseen
there's still such a long way to go
remnants of reminiscent men
a momentary pilgrimage
while
congruent shapes fit more easily
i saw a castle and it told me
your past is dead and you're not far off
one day you'll understand it took all of this
to feel okay with being yourself
brick by brick
oh but you dissect me so well
anatomically constrained by this
endless ticking clock i press to wake me up
get myself paid
timesheets of trains and shifts and minutes until
` I'm gone
your past is dead and you're not far off
IT'S THE DRUGS DAVID
partly blind in my right eye
equip a blindfolded
and trust each step will take me where i need to go
id be crazy not to follow where I'm led
[and i would be lying if i said my life isn't entertaining]
but rocks don't really exist
and somehow at the same time
a castle can prophesise
heartbeats
my flaking of fragments
pieces of dave
lay shattered in the world around me
and you could hold it for a moment but it's just. a piece
of the whole I'm trying to collect
to tape together
then lace with gold
i see nothing at my feet
-D
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