cell

sometimes i forget i am trying
amongst the talking sheep
simplicity afraid to see
through the complicated seam
plagued by cell compositions
intricate messages
half-faced with break
is it a curse to see
to be of the reckoner gene
rippled in reflections
no blame in the script
an occupied mind
fills the time
my backlit personality
lost in the seasons
always seeking a remedy
to weakness
and ways to come up for air
so i don't drown in the
necessity for repair
repeat. lather.
add, erase.
new date.
tidy the mess
busy hands know best.