A grotesque potion in which I'm forced swim. Or drown in. Resuscitate. Drown again. Ad nauseum.
I am a liar. Look! I can shower! Liar. Look! I can put on clothes! Liar.
The only explanation for the bad O2/N2 infusion / Other than a desperate delusion / Crying / Confusion / Is that clearly, I was born elsewhere
Because when grey and white matter / Misbehave in just the right way / The words flow faster than water / Slick sick quicksilver literary alchemy / I bow at the alter