I float around a room, folk noping out in tools (?) In confession by the morn, tenants going down a tube People tossing out their dogmas after pausing all his moves The walk is not a mathematics that is taught in schools The wave is not as innocent as bopping to your favorites When you opt in as a comic on the dais, I'm saying When you lock in as a tile and a mosaic Any play as if your molecules can take it My molecules are holding I hear you, but I'm picturing my happy place Somewhere in the smoke and mirrors, Holy Spirit activate Act the fool the racclamator, I can give an actual fuck The universe will catch up and recalibrate That's what's up Had to AWOL off the Wayfair It was that or blow his top and drop you all at doggy daycare I bet I find the crystal and return before you fizzle on the way there Crowdfunding train fare, yo I'm in the wind, I show up on a whim I whip around the woods, I rattle every limb I dip into the city, I agitate the sins I crash into the house, maybe take it for a spin The on air on I'm instantly ejected from my office chair To haul off and punch a couple cards Hey, I'm walking here Office square with snow tires on its chest piece And eyeglasses sticking up to start a fire next week Pour a million, not some arbitrary park-and-ride To get your party parted from the party side Starry eyes, sorry I know you plan for setting black and stark white The truth is harvested in areas that marbleize Zero time for the bullshit He said eating sushi, closing deals at a full spring The dotted line wolf print Dollar sign eyeballs Ever mismatched with other slot machine icons Wire walker, the watcher over your diorama Dive bomber, divide conquer and find water Night for them (?), I'm eye-poppingly not right Never mind what's in the pot pie Yo, I'm in the wind, I show up on a whim I whip around the woods, I rattle every limb I dip into the city, I agitate the sins I crash into the house, maybe take it for a spin When he cut his palm and bleed on the altar Things change Lights blink and earth's shaking People taking sick days Ghosts in the graveyard ring the bell six ways Coffin splinters situated underneath the fingernails Sail searching for the holy grail of zingers The mingest of digs, the shrink wizards and the interns Kingdoms in the cinders Entire ecosystems in the digits Dust to dust, it's just business Trust, stick and move, rock and strafe I'm in the spot like a cardboard box with legs Pop up, shock and dismay Pop down, just a prop that cannot be explained It's a problem, the oddly off course nor'easter You're playing possum, wakes and orders up Twelve-egg omelet Lights shooting out from under the door One thing before you fetch whatever's tucked in the drawer I'm in the wind I show up on a whim I whip around the woods I rattle every limb I dip into the city I agitate the Sims I crash into the house, maybe take it for a spin