breaking/conjoining away/together

this is not lonely encounters in coffee delivery organisations
the way married couples meet and love and desire each other
or the infiltration of a party
when like minds can spread their hatred for others with delicate catch phrases

I am not the caterpillar right now.
I am not in a cocoon,
and I am not spreading my wings through this casing.

I am not anything but here, just wondering,
when is the real experience ever going to kick in?

after the wandering down the side of the highway
do I step into the middle and expect to be smashed?
do I follow the snow-level tracks and hope for prosperity
or is there some trail more divine to find?

There may be something here on the ship
I can throw off the side besides my future.
We all know extra weight holds you down.
We all praise the cult of efficiency.

And hence,
I know the solution lies with
Trimming the ties that bind us to shore
And melting away the extremely rough edges
And modifying quickly those inarticulate speakers
And?
becoming one with this movement.