Being/Spit out of time

The heaviness of knowing; it’s like carrying the burden of secrets and being spit out of time

The whirl still wants to talk about it-elementary

Listening to the sound of inner space, the planets reconciling the different nuances of experience and integration

I see the destination before we’ve arrived and look as crazy as one does, mistaken zygote

It’s easy enough to make a copy; it’s easy enough to regurgitate, good little boy

Go on and pretend it’s somehow novel and collect the interest of strangers

And ignore your conscience