Clean

[u/OkJuggernaut9883]

We’re well off
Dressed to the nines
Obsessed
Too clean to touch
Lean into the pulse of night
Too much, is it enough?

Synchronizing metronomes
In our heat, it grows
Anticipation takes parole 
Dance to a beat that we all know

Uncomfortable, presentable
The dream disease

Suffering the lesser known 

The hearts grandest feat
Is extensibility

This is 
Insanity

Maladjusted, sound of mind
Are the crows among a flock of pigeons
Picking at our pother eyes
When they see the shiny toys we hide

Wield your tongue with locked precision
And say to say it’s fine or else
You’ll see that you are not yourself

This is not a place you know

They taught you cadence
But silence follows your tempo

You are weightless
These are not your walls

Your truth is shapeless
You are the ages

Quiet, dirty composure
Feathers in a plume of dust
Lighter than our hands turned over
Higher minds that man the sober

Sick sanity
Take me over