1'M TR4PP3D B3H1ND TH3S3 F3NC3S...

I'm trapped behind these fences,

both real and imagined (which

is real too, to be honest)

N4TVR4L B0RN G04T-H34D3D...

natural born goat-headed

nature wants to climb highest

mountain and talk shit to clouds

M0S41C 0F G3N3T1C...

mosaic of genetic

shards, cobbled together on

American continent

1 41N'T TH3 P4SSP0RT H4V1NG...

I ain't the passport having

type; not even sure where my

birth certificate might be

3V3N 3SC4P3S F0LL0W1NG...

even escapes following

abandoned paths can be tracked

easily; rewild yourself

M4NM4D3 SC13NC3S TR13D F0R...

manmade sciences tried for

mycelium connections;

all we did was choke ourselves

R3M1ND S3LF T0 B3 M0R3 L1K3...

remind self to be more like

mullein or mimosa than

plantation's southern live oaks

S0M3 D00RS R3M41N L0CK3D; M1GHT N0T...

some doors remained locked; might not

be shit inside worth giving

a fuck about anyways

T00 M4NY G3T D3PR3SS3D BY...

too many get depressed by

being focused on levels

unreached; one step at a time

MY M0TH3R'S M0ST W0RTHL3SS S0N...

my mother's most worthless son -

hard for some to see value

beyond own self-centered needs

TH3 TR4NSF0RM4T1V3 P0W3R...

the transformative power

of pilgrimage by foot as

far as life will allow you

H0L1D4YS C3L3BR4T3D...

holidays celebrated

in awkward ways to maintain

false sense of stability

W33K3NDS WH3R3 N0B0DY KN0WS...

weekends where nobody knows

me, nor knows where I went, spent

embracing disappearance

STRVTT1NG THR0VGH L1F3 W1TH0VT...

strutting through life without

cocksure swagger, questioning

existence each step, no brakes

H0R1Z0N 4LW4YS B3CK0NS...

horizon always beckons

like exposed breasts; those teasing

flashes drive us to uproot

T00 0FT3N W3 BV1LD C0FF1NS...

too often we build coffins

while still above ground, stifling

innate desire with tethers

W3 4LL D13, 4ND TH3 FR3SHLY...

we all die, and the freshly

turned Earth which swallows us back

tends to bloom green once again

JVST 4N0TH3R 4M0R4L...

just another amoral

mortal navigating this

maze we call society

TH3 CH01C3 1S 4SC3T1C 0R...

the choice is ascetic or

assimilate; promises

of technologic lure us

PR0GR3SS3S C0M3 4ND G0 0N...

progresses come and go on

history's larger arc; we

focus too hard on details