Smooshed That Cocoon

What the fuck?
Let’s begin with the premise
That you are king--but then what?
So let’s begin with the perspective
That everyone is correct--but then what?
It’s a glimpse of the material mess
Of catching your breath in public
Ecstasy’s margin of error
A glimpse of the material mess
Of catching your breath in public
Ecstasy’s margin of error
I cannot feel me
And I cannot feel things
With me hands
My forehead is a tongue
My tongue is a flower
My flower is a fish
My fish is a bird
What the fuck?
Let’s begin to fight the good fight
And not be swallowed alive
By the bottomless pit inside of you
I cannot feel me
And I cannot feel things
With me hands
My bird is a belly button
My belly button is an eyelid
My eyelid is a fern
My fern is a forehead
One, one heroic act of passivity
Is finally gonna open that bird
One heroic act of passivity
Is finally gonna open that fish
One heroic act of passivity
Is finally gonna open that flower
One heroic act, someone appears
On the other side of glass