I am lower than my spinal eyesight, beneath my social status, under my acquired dignity, pleasing descent - above lineage, surpassing your horizontal short-sight, nonchalant of your social status, draining your acquired dignity, pleased ascent
It makes no sense, as sense is not required. it becomes less worrisome, that I can't count, that you can't read.
It gives my heels privileged gradients of whether we can withstand time, choices that without temporary testimonies of flesh would have only pretended to exist.
Sell me some kind of lie. something you know i'll buy it.
Entertain me as they become more responsible, more wealthy, less humble.
Entertain me as we have less things in common with the world.
Alienate me as they laugh at how little I know of what they know
Allow me formal stanzas even if this is not a poem
Even when I don't rhyme
I'll tell you everything i know, not fancier
not more concise
Pacify me with manufactured reciprocals, trick by trick
as i roll over
And i'll roll with all my might
I'll roll till once, rolled up alone
When your fakes are gone and lies undone
Apparatus of honesty, rusty and dull
Unfinished symphonies, latent choreographies of your fading shadow