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Izza

Signal in the noise
Noise in the signal- where’s the proof?
In the thoughts you spoke
In the emotions you wrote

Define, malign, revise yourself
Assess your status and your mental health.
What’s taken as true was taken too soon
By some red-eyed beast prowling the stalks.

The wind on the chimes, the shimmering waves
Bursting on the cliffs of the brain.
I had this grand plan I was transmitting
It wasn’t fitting. It wasn’t fitting!

Hissing and moaning, who watched the warning?
High culture hatching in unholy form
(Wearing a cold sneer it appeared)
Elevate! Refine your taste- like some floating soul with a lofty goal
Fuck that! I know where it’s at-
Roam around the fringe, fall back into the thick of it.

Masquerading as itself izza you
Masquerading izza me too (2)
DROP OUT.

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