I’m boss of
myself. Me: walking
in a moon-suit
rectified by mission
control. Sitting
in a plastic car-seat,
steering like
anything. Beep Beep.
My lucid headlamp:
brilliant conscious
awareness,
aims & purpose I haul into
the cave to study darkness. Make it
perfectly
clear.
I know what
I’m going to do.
I say it. I
do it. I say what I did.
Boss of me.
Stick in a thumb,
pull out a
plumb.
Oh oops o
my damnit: I’m screwed
up & going
to go see a person. Get
advice.
Help. Recommendations.
What do
you think I should do,
person?
I lose
it. Control. How to regain?.
On track. Do what I mean. Mean
what I do.
Back in the highlife again.
Know what
I’m doing. Do what I’m
knowing. Boss, I’m going to go see
a person about
this. Get some advice.
Guidance.
No doubt.
Let me
save you: haul your ass
back to where
you started from.
Hold on. Hold
on tight. Don’t
be letting
go for crying out loud.
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