The World Is A Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid To Die - Your Brain Is a Rubbermaid

Dissociate
Root-bound, in place
Try to relocate
You’re not made of your surrounding space

The container
Doesn’t matter when
State of matter changes day to day

A graft on your cerebrum
A patchwork of formless juncture

Dissociate
Root-bound in place
Tongue of wet clay
Only keeping shape
By the pressure of
Bruxism’s face