In this poem, we see my hesitancy and irresolution

In this poem, we see my hesitancy and irresolution
throw themselves off, and reveal who knows what,
and how they came to. Still a mystery what
knocked them out, but as neither seems
concussed or drugged, let's assume
nothing happened - or say we do.

My hesitancy
and irresolution
have never felt the slightest bit
chirpier, or more easy going
for the disorienting experience
of having been self
(apparently)
thrown
off,

revealing
underneath, well

who knows
what and how
they came to

now
if only I can frame this mindset
and use it
later, put it in a jar
and sell it, take it
to the bank and

smoke it like a fish.
I believe I could eke
some living from this.