So much for beating your indoor chest
Stood predator star
Never picked only placed before doors

Do you not now know what you poet
Holding your breath arms akimbo
Stood base thinking in flames of yourself
At the manned gates to fair Switzerland's brink

Would you fancy say going solo forever instead?
Setting sail for good on a standard stranded man crafted raft
Equipped with nothing, save few hundred Euros
And the hypocrite inside you

Lost where life is all but perfect
Taking the longest cut across wide open ocean possible
Razor free and limbless on a never again bent
To kiss land tour

And if things go well
You might harvest plankton from the rotted raft's rope
For your supper and for fluids take twice from yourself
A handful of urine sipped to grind spit

In shark free waters you could paddle
With your hands and feet for fun
Tipping her over if a rescue plane coasts overhead
And at night feel for the moon making moves
Forcing form on your unmastered
And visible quarter mile of ocean

And by day on your back watching birds
Appear then dissolve in mid migrate
Falling from a distant nowhere to an out of sight
Still looping in a starring role they'd played
In what's our early evolution

And there you are sprawled out below them
Fast forgetting tenth grade physics
Floating on a few killed trees tied close together

Hi up above you in a Hollywood set style heaven
Beyond two floors of sky and another 5
Of inner most outer space hang awake Darwin's bones
Wheeled on a hook to the edge of a ***ulus cloud
Peering down just, eating you up and loving your nature to death

And there you'll be, lain prostrate chipping salt
From your lips with starvation soft teeth
Sprawled out in the way of the sun
You see no one truly cares if you take your bloated backpack
Big bag of Tylenol and the long way never into Switzerland

Poor, poor stranded and big gigantic poem man
You have what sleeps inside you
For your certain string of moments
And its unplan thereafter only for your done
And once sensitive skin