I'm neck deep in the bubbling tar,
about to be preserved as an artifact
for the future generations to see.
They will ask, "how did he get there?"
And they will be told that the
whole thing was an accident,
and the most playful stupor will
cause their faces to contract into
confused form
because
the world in which I will be
excavated into,
will already have a pill in circulation
that ensures accidents like mine never happen
The smart ones will come up with some
published work about me, never knowing
that my journey into these tar pits
was by no means an accident
but a choice of liberation  ¶ 1:46 PM