Mouthful of mechanic
Garbled jargon unfamiliar
To my mother tongue
Beings that I'm not informing
The being I am
Arms full of technical
An armchair that's no longer
In the room but is still occupied
By a dog no longer living
Existence of something not remaining
In something that does
Something that does
Open waters in all directions
Losing all sense of myself
Feigning in prose and weeping in poetry
A repose ill-earned juxtaposed in a moment
Trapped in time until it's not
Eyes full of past sight
You no longer are, but I currently am
I may have lost the plot a little bit
You no longer are, but I currently am
I may have lost the plot a little bit
