Your Brain Is a Rubbermaid
The World is a Beautiful Place & I am No Longer Afraid to Die
Dissociate
Root-bound, in place
Try to relocate
You’re not made of your surrounding space
The container
Doesn’t matter when
State of matter changes day to day
A graft on your cerebrum
A patchwork of formless juncture
Dissociate
Root-bound in place
Tongue of wet clay
Only keeping shape
By the pressure of
Bruxism’s face
