Harry Burke - Prayer room poem lyrics

Prayer room poem My poems are the self-loathing I find difficult to perform socially Maybe not so much difficult as problematic I'm a good person, hopefully can be an angel when you want me to be Otters survive by holding hands in their sleep, I heard, so they don't drift off away Spent 15 minutes sitting below the taj mahal today Imagine embodying your own self-loathing as rebuke of the metaphysical-discursive structures that produced it in the first place The Taj Mahal still stands I suppose as testament to its own two feet Tried to write poem but my phone wrote “phone” A pin drops but there's no gravity in the void