Barking in my face

never taking a break

drowning me out

always louder more certain more sure

Makes me shrink shrivel shy

lose myself in the similarities

lose my grip on the particular

the distinction

 the true original


How come they’re so solid ?

how come they’re so sure ?

I’m giving birth here

it’s long and it’s tiring

don’t even know what’s in me

xcept it’s gotta come out

else I’m not surviving

Wouldn’t matter I guess

if I wasn’t so sure

this birth is royal

the seed inside

aint come from New Malden