Your Brain is a Rubbermaid The World is a Beautiful Place & I am No Longer Afraid to Die

Dissociate
Root-bound in place
Try to relocate
You're not made of your surrounding space

The container doesn't matter when
State of matter changes day to day
A graft on your cerebrum
A patchwork of formless juncture

Dissociate
(You will never)
Root-bound in place
(You will never)
Tongue of wet clay
(You will never)
Only keeping shape
(You will never)
By the pressure of
Bruxism's face