Casioloop

We're inside each other
The shared intimacy of space
Consent to breath my air?

Viral machinations, machiavellian
Ruminating, carelessly caressing
Throbbing, I say is this dying?
Over stimmed, under fucked
Tripping over another day
Another line, another word
Another world, another verse
I can't shake off this feeling
I can't shake off this feeling
I can't shake off this feeling that I'm for real
That I'm for real

Sensations, dripping off my skin
Sensationalism
High fructose colonial constructs
Erosions of Eros, pointing arrows
But who's blame?
Since absolution isn't real
And absolute power corrupts absolutely
And objectivity is a farce
So who to trust but lived subjections
And so again, chaotically here go I

Yt tantrikas upholding hatred
Through eyes of love with no abstraction
Of harm committed and gates held closed
Disbelief chosen, scoff at fences
But when kids play with kitchen knives
No one questions they must be removed
Yet in the name of freedom, those in power
Cry oppression and devour what it takes to stay alive

Overestimations of our own importance
While we underestimate our impact
Tirelessly pining for intentions to count
When no one's throwing horseshoes
And hand grenades have been relegated
For children both big and small to throw around like toys in far off lands

While landmines and hate crimes keep going off in our own back yard
But can't be bothered to cover our mouths in this universal space
Where we're inside each other
Inseparable in our penetration
With or without consent, just circumstantial
Prevalence to center the "I" when once again it's demonstrated
That only as a collective, will we thrive