put on that suit

i want to be nothing
i am speaking to a womb and massacre
volumes of wires tear into but through these papers I hold, not only the ones I hold but the ones I seek
anarchy claims to know of someone like me
her voices will come up! it will! it really will! and the next time it does will I be ready to respond to the call?

naseuous.

but do not say this out loud
do not say any of this out loud or you’ll come to your senses

this route: I’m seeing others travel. the same line and footsteps it takes to get across to a semblance of life.

i have no surplus. really think about that. and do I need surplus? to step outside these walls and face each sigil and every teardrop and all the different blank canvases, and not to mention the pitted stomachs or woeful spites?

its not what i want, so i think i have
to get there alone, otherwise it won’t be what I want

put
on
that
suit

there are too many shoes out there
there should be like 4, max
or the roads should be better made or fully carpeted/cold hard wood everywhere and always clean so our feet will be fine
or no feet at all we could roll?
but then there would be too many wheels
or you should not be able to look at the feet of people
language is everything
I’m going to take a gamble on some hats