Tangles - Arto Lindsay

So OK tangles precede

But you keep calling this philosophy

We’re so tangled up in fluids

I see myself as you

Or some strain of melancholy

Where light goes in

But won’t come out

It’s way more fabulous

If morning never comes

Soft darkness

Some solid parts

These neural paths are new

There’s a lot i don’t recognize in here

I might need some naming rights

Fond memories of me

Wear it out in public places

with lights turned down

or lights on bright