COCK ON A ROCK

[Alexandria Bouchelli Mozzarell]

There were times from whence I came
And felt nonce in my name
But now I feel the same
in the way I see the train

I am a humble erection
in a sea of modest selection
but now I have lost connection
in my mothers supple breast

Oh how I would love to see my birth from canal
Or my first victory royale
Oh how I would love to see my roots
Or my first time on a scoot

I give up what I cannot conceive
But I have never given up the fortnite MLK event
Because "I had a dream"
Of..
Of..
Of..


A COCK ON A ROCK


you may clap. or nay.

[artolmaeus]

I have seen to the end of my roots and into where ancestry begins and I got broadly all around in larger and larger circles, the further out I went, the more parts of me I started to see, and how in some spiral, they colluded at the instance of me as once I was part of a concentration coefficient too far to know and personhood or self, but then, that was just because I was not looking...like a cock on a rock or an anemone or an enema in me, CHEERS to your writ and how honest it is and shameless but even these are taught values more or less and it speaks in reverance to the parts that make up you, while whole or parts, how they stay together, I can only say is miraculous..