PORPENTINE

i know only the music is real

in my nightmare i am a gel-masked operative from that dystopia sent to save us from the future past

and i’m running through the rave deeply confused because i’m half in the persona shell they implanted, half in my real(?) dystopia mind

the persona they implanted is much happier than my dystopia memories, its like a golden morning where what happened never happened

but i keep getting these headaches in the bathroom and im back in my skintight rubber operative suit with the purple or green gel-mask

and i have a thin gun assembled from several everyday rave toys

and i have no idea who or what has to die, if the gun is even real

my anorexic body keeps shaking and sweating, it looks like a spider

my anorexic body in the rubberized agent suit with the insect eye goggles and the gel-mask, lean and angular and phasing

the bass drop fills my limbs with deadly purpose like a bloodstream prophecy

maybe i’ll just always be running through that crowd, half-skinned, half-brained, wondering if i’m an agent or a happy person