{Brianna}
I am a factory of formless faces
Conveyor belt that’s eating itself
I am producing only perfect layers
Hiding how it felt to trust my mind
I am cracking the glass the windowpanes are crumbling
But I’m making thousands more inside
There is no end of more there is no end of more there is no end of more there is no end of more there is no
Someone made me this feeling / Packaged into a reason
Someone built me this feeling / Forced to make my own meaning
I am the trembling that means production
Squeezing all light out from my eyes
It takes every piece of me
To stop your machine
To stop your machine
{A.ADISA}
And I seek to keep it down and out
No spiral
Wash it off and reapply
And free to keep it in the foreground
No forensics
No poetics
In the context of my inner ground
Context of my my cloud
Context of my mouth
Context of my house