Wake up, then what? So many frequencies, cells laying dormant, other incoming influences, duties, skills plus unused talents. Multiple plans on hold. Teams of you do it. Megaphones battery lowered. Intuition distancing, entertainment, humour, fear of responsibilities. The guilts boiling, overtime it'll need replacing. Building's become more important. Limb n brain replacements and acustic locusts. Pylons, millions of them held up by power stations. Cement, soil n sand. As everyone join forces to help, people slip away like slabs of slate. The dominant ones lay eggs making new breeders unnatractive by scent. Gloom sits in, you must continue to bag it up. There it is. Dressed by Saville Row the days sellathon begins. Everything you have is important as everything you don't. Nothing ever happens if nobody taps into their own Muntras. The earth a mollusc, clung to a jetty. #poetry #morbidreality #depressededits😷🔫 (at London, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-B_uzgJLyY/?igshid=15fj3ht7c9dpu