(illustration of the hoopoe dropping knowledge on them other birds)
Psychic sludge from societal shit slows me down
to soured syzzurp consciousness lacking confidence,
attracting sluggishness of depression - sad clown
with dimpled frown and greybeard needing conference
with the birds clarity, but trapped inside mundane
similarity of moments - same ol' same ol'
takes toll. Frustration metastasizes from brain
into heart until hopelessness starts to stain soul...
Psychic sludge from unrelenting cultural shit
storm has worn me down - too old for discovery
so why struggle to be inside? Innate misfit
misplaced when not lost outside. This skulduggery
of clutching after normalized success feels wack
as fuck, so fuck it - off to woods to let sludge unpack.
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