“…not bound by tag, embrace my
Ragged uniform, to conformity the
Enemy sworn– my composure, apart
Torn. Self collection before I melt in
Sections. Don’t want to go in, maybe
I should call. Back to sleep fall, wake
To written cake. More in the account,
So I can live like an old count.
Cuz frankly, I don’t want to do this
Anymore, I can exude self, many forms,
Other than this, hobbling as a clock fish.. “