my mind is structured prism
of shattered glass anomalies
in a perfect pitch it discords
what can heaven on earth and hellish existence
I am not trying to impress
not trying to make sense
logic is a copper cup
pour more electric
and get shocked by the world
I am a labyrinthine glob of fungi
multicellular in disguise
I am a passionate poetry
but do I plagiarise?
how do I know me?
how do I know me?
know me?.▬
