I'm not going to be able to form anything!

because everything that already wanted to be, is

and everything that is not, was never going to be

in the first place. under, stand?

(when you get under me can you stand it?)

my belly is erupting with poetry and

hush; quite now while we are found out.

caged, questioned, reasoned with. "what if

we give you nothing? and none of them

come back?" will you still be able to

understand the world then?