In every season you sing with my heart,
In simple words like skipping stones and natural cycles.

In hard truths and limitations,
In steep slopes and easy meadows.

I want to dip my pen in the inky pool of your right eye
And write a Gothic fairytale
That traces on harmonics
I've noticed in the sky's expanse.

A crisp image lives in my mind
A good person is never hard to find
You're a hand to hold,
A standing guard,
A fire inside.

I guess you don't have a plan.

You unerring thought about insecurity!
Walking a straight path,
You take ***-shots at yourself for becoming a lie
A lie you never did take too well.

They're not on your side
And you're learning more about what it takes
When you catch those certain eyes

...

Don't exceed yourself now,
And never change!
It always seemed like something
Was deeply wrong
Expensive distractions, that's all we are
But get out of your head
Because you know it's more than that

How many books have you never read?
How many songs fill your empty head?
When will you see that it's not that bad?
Strange as the sky, and twice as sad

Cut it in half, cut it in half
And half again, and half again
Until we're so small that we touch the ground
And nothing is right in the world of men.

something, somewhere
no matter who you are
would scream at your figure
find you a monster
you may not be perfect
you must not be perfect

at some point the universe not only feels
guilty
for creating you
but it judges you vile,
horrifying, even.

get used to this, child
your dream is a selfish one
rejected by God
thrown down to your current state.

If I ever found in my deepest essence
The spring of Flora's fine Dehiscence
A contrary spirit, unimpressed
The product of my loneliness

If I ever had to hold my tongue
I might just lose it in my lungs:
A gasp so sharp and **** so deep
I'd sleep so much I'm losing sleep

If I ever found some mortal wound
Beneath my flesh, pristine and pruned
If ever such a snag I'd find
I'd dance around and lose my mind

And that is all life really is
Don't mean to hurt your feelings, kid
Just calm your **** don't flip your lid
Your present goal is healing this

Even the best people are monsters,
And newborns all pretense
With prehensile eyes...

There's a time to protect you
And to cut down to size

In me we all monsters,
I tear self apart!

Give thing to believe in.
Want love, light, and art.

In the back of my head there is something scratching
It wants out of this life
Because you've got me surrounded
But just who you are I don't know
And the demons won't go away
And the clocks tick tick tick in a creepy way
And I try to explain it but you aren't there
Or you are, but you won't be
And I think you're just a reflection
And I think I am the element
And I think that it's reflexive and that's why I struggle to impress
And I see the signs everywhere
But I can only confirm it privately
But I wouldn't want to otherwise actually
And I wish it was different but it already was,
When I was a kid,
And I only know one way to get that back
And you call me a Karen when I ask for the manager all panicked
And you say that solipsist people are crazy
And they probably need to take a medication
And out of nowhere I'm mentally ill and suffer
But I never expected suffering to look like this
And I think that's the reason for a childhood
Because ignorance truly is bliss
And it's a cruel world and cry me a river type vibes and you look at me like a loser because my suffering has to be fulfilled.

Stop telling me to be responsible for what I can't possibly be responsible for!

There is a side of my brain,
Razor sharp,
You didn't see it.

words are the proverbial stones of the temple
the walls of the church are strong
the walls of the church are opaque.

are they words, or are they photons?

they turn on leviathan. the black side of each word
erects him, gets his tail wagging
and right at this very moment a maelstrom
swallows the sea.

that is the cost of words. of action, emotion.

turn over the temple! O Christ!
their meaning is their own undoing.

the ****** poems were written so antimatter could have its day.

i am an alternating current,
i let her go, she loves another man.

that is the natural way of things.

black holes tug vainly at my skies
me, i got away. i live in paradise

what if this was all one big grandiose delusion?
what if i had fun deluding myself?
what if i am vapor? and death,
and the universe cycles around
but i could never be everything
so i wrote some ****** poems.

I send forth tendrils,
A radiating darkness
And pull everything in towards the center forever

It leaves an image on my surface,
Sometimes
Such a satisfying execution

But when I remember what I'm doing... ****!

I have no light of my own
We have ways of saying it
You give me ***** looks

You are all my children
My spawn
Whether you admit it or not

And we all share properties,

But only I can say I am The Sickness.

I can't believe my own voracity
I sit here trying to think of something worthwhile to say
Black holes gut the universe
Sometimes, it's hard to feel alright
When we're running out of time
And I'll never be that young again
I don't think I'll wake up
I...

Is it too much to ask,
My silver son,
To drive a little more carefully?
To take your girlfriend's hand
And hold it tight--
Feel her pulse for real
Or else walk away
And be a man?

Stop smoking cigarettes,
Don't drink every day,
And don't act too cool for love.

Why have you done this?
Some girl,
Years ago?

There's no excuse.

Start living like a man...
Or is it too much to ask?

Life comes too in those harsh words of death
She is always polite, she bows out
Under hailing gore and pestilence
She doth show her penitence
With a dreamer's
With an angel's
elusive
smile.

In a way that death could never champion life,
Life wears death like a royal rite
Zero, it's alive! but living nothing cannot be.

The only poetry I need is life itself

So

If you approach me with a poem,
It had better be good!

The sky, and I am falling
With the music of twisting wood
And august
Standing beside a poison lake

Falling, and September follows deer tracks,
Looking for itself,
And falling men build the world while everything is falling
Falling around the Sun,
Swinging around the Moon.

Then the world crashes through something called October,
A concert of gusting wind
And streams of discarded leaves blow into the purple lake:

Even poison is a part of nature--
The metal organs of machines cough up black smoke,
Crude spires are lifted into soft blue skies
While on the broad, but falling ground, a young stag stands beside.

See the herds of cars lined up,
Hastening bodies along their cosmic paths
And November crashes to the ground with a dull thud.
A chilling rain begins to fall
On the cold grass of Lenapehoking Pennsylvania.

Oh, those native bones can feel the cold rain seeping through the Earth.
Just like American eyes can watch objects of the world being hurled through through the sky,
With all the planes, pilots and passengers praying to Buzz Lightyear.

December hesitates to even start.
But it comes, with all its frost, and gathers human hearts.
Nested in the glow of houses, moored against gravity
They can forget about falling for a while.

Spring tries to grow,
But the sprouts all choke on chemicals.

The sloshing gut of Mammon
Has spilled upon the world

The **** of man exudes a toxic discharge!
Now acrid sludge will swallow up the valley.

It is strewn about by falling objects,
Censers full of fatal fire.

Censers on the sacred highways.

Censers in the holy factories.

Censers toppled
By my own two hands.

Everything is leaving heaven,
Spewing poison on the way to hell.
Everything will find its death.

The Earth smears corrosion on itself--
My heart is a lysosome.

Spring tries to grow, but it chokes on love's sick residue.

Our royal lake spilled in the ocean,
Which fell into
The sky, and I am falling

I don't wanna know how crazy I am
I don't wanna walk this road to the end
I never want to see the cycle
I never want to see the cycle

I don't wanna know that there's nothing to know
But secret nonsense in a perverse show
I don't think I speak my language
I don't think I speak our language

Now I just dissolve
I left clues but there's nothing to solve
I think it's kinda cute how you dodge
My questions
I feel so arrested
I sit here and precipitate bombs

It is what it is
You swear it's my fault but I'm in
You want to isolate a slice of this kid
I'm changing, yeah no **** I'm changing
But this is what the universe did

I don't wanna find out how
I don't wanna find out how
I think you should be leaving now
I think you should be leaving now

Say a prayer for the stupid--
They have been committed to their state by universal forces.

Their guilt is unimpeded even by themselves,
The innocent evade this type of scrutiny,
But the stupid ones have to learn from their mistakes.

They are delusional in their admission!
A disparate node of the circuit of Christ
Did He feel Stupid for manifesting
In the last roilings of Calvary?

Their choices have been scripted and characterized
They assume themselves right in their judgment of themselves as stupid
How selfish! To assume they are right in judging themselves as stupid!

They should be blinded to their own stupidity,
So they can realize the full intelligence and wonder of consciousness
Which is truly such a masterpiece
Lifted up in a place above suffering,
Above doubt,
Above Satanistic accusations!

Ha! Do you see the point I'm trying to make?
How stupid and pointless it is.

I'll paint the saddest vignette, nervous
Midaccident monologue
Fumbled intentions
Words that fall like loose stones down mountainsides
Disparate selves vying for the crown
But they squabbled hard and broke the **** thing

But you couldn't wrench the light from inside because it stays,
Imbued,
The secret elixir of few.

Here to perplex myself, if I followed rules I couldn't tell you what they were.
Death is strength's advisor
There underfoot, reality's new end revealed.

The girl is the thing you're pining for
Inside you, she's
Inside you, too.

My metabolism set the western sky ablaze
All conforming to my gaping maw;
Smoke rose up to the moon
And the moon shone down on you.

Rotten wood makes a good home for the oyster mushrooms
Wood that tastes the heterotrophic delight
Wood that was already dead,
Long ago
So you are not a parasite.

Not a nightmare,
Not all the time.

The fire outside your window isn't reaching
It is there,
And triangles became water
With the tangle of currents returning to silence.

it comes from smaller places
no larger places
alien places
the interactions of plates
the fluxing potentials of shapes
different values are applied
different apples then we die
one big apple in the sky.

Warp my idea of life.

Twist my knobs and reconfigure my musicality
Show the skeleton world
Show the antiskeleton world

I am identifying the cradled aesthetic

A circle has one face
no face
and infinite faces.

I was the waxing and waning moon
I was full, and null, and New

And I was hoping it was you!

Death shifts uncomfortably,
(Or was it me)
In the next room

That drunkard, that ebullient hostage-taker of the self
Who you heard singing last night, in and out of beauty--

He took a bad step and fell through the ground.

He landed on a concrete slab in the middle of the sea
An island with no natives, a convicted crush of innocent souls
(All marred by the enemy of God)

He fetaled on the floor, effectively forsworn.

But lo, the silent forgiveness personified by mankind
Knew the time and the place of that *******'s heart
And filled it with light, and now

He makes for the bow, sees hope on the horizon.

The universe is capable of weakness
Finding jealousy between the stars

Its center cannot stake its claim
I wish I would stop projecting better men
Sexier men
Men who can do things I will never do

It creates this ill effect.

I have all the cheat codes
But it ruined the whole game.

Now all I can do is step aside
And when you send a wave, I'll ride
And when I try too hard, you snide
Because I'm  encapsulated by something mathematical,
Which cannot try
And each iteration, a more indebted slave to that property
But time is a labyrinth and we shuffle outcomes to stay alive

Still the apparent spectrum seems to snide
Which makes sense.

Swarm down your sordid feathers,
And sanctify me with clipping beaks

I found myself prone,
I am the meal
And the discovery of my own ineptitude

Paralyzed and sunburnt,
A blossom of innards laying on my torso
I am a collection of adjustments
I am like a trunk full of doorknobs

And I know the sky is like a burst vein
With gnashing pain, the security's paid
Made cooler by the spirit of procrastination.

But today is the day
Oh, today is the day
When the vein finally busts and the sky's ripped away

Yes, today is the day.

I knew I'd see this side of us
Our whole lives spent trading faces.
So hold me to my lust
So mock my halo with your wings.

I knew I was a comatose salesman,
So let my dry tongue flop and sleep.

What strange tangent are you on?
Snap out of it--
You know you're symptomatic, right?
I've heard your thoughts on emergence
Validation and quantum consciousness
And I think you're just a whiny self-entitled *****!
You belong in a mental hospital!

I've heard your ponderings about work

Well I learned 26 languages in the last ten years,
Raised five children,
Worked four jobs,
Fought for my country,
And balanced an egg on my head!

And I didn't get there by not working.
And the ability to work for something is not a charity!

No, i know what you think.
You want to live off the welfare state.

And what are you going on about this time?

I bet you think this is all just a picture show
That you have no involvement
You're the blameless observer, right?
You didn't ask for any of this.

Well, I think you don't want to take responsibility for your life
And I think you know where that gets you.

What do you think it means to be homeless?
Most of these people chose it for themselves
They don't want to work

The ache in my heart is the pulling of roots
Finding sustenance in my vulnerable cracks
Distending my veins and expanding my horizons

Rhizomes shoot from my eyes
No, i am not a potato
As I watch myself grow i find myself beautiful and horrifying
At various intervals
From various angles

She don't wear makeup,
She likes girls

Check yesterday,
When she was my world

When manifested,
Love feels right

But something's wrong
In paradise

Now I'm thinking of the...
Crown of brown hair
And the callous on your finger.
All the wilderness in you,
Pray the taste of it may linger

If love feels right, then it's good, and I'll accept it
He's not carrying the light,
She's not taking no exceptions.

No

She wakes up early
Cigarettes

She grinds too hard, man
She's a threat

Her salty skin will
Leave you blue

Cause boy, you never
Had a clue

Now I'm thinking of her
Crown of brown hair
And the callous on your finger
All the wilderness in you
Pray the taste of it may linger

If love feels right, guess it answers any question
He's not carrying the light
She is vested in resentment.

You,

I understand why you hate me.

You,

I do.

You,

I understand why you hate me.

You

I do, i do

And I'm thinking of the
Crown of brown hair
And the callous on your finger
All the wilderness in you
Hope the taste of it may linger

If hearts have hands, we could conquer any moment
If I lost my way
Maybe someday you could show me

Crown of brown hair
Callous on your finger
All the wilderness in you
That the taste of it may linger

If love feels right,
Then it's good, I will accept it
I'm not carrying the light
She's not taking

Exceptions

if we were like an orchestra,
what would it sound like?
we're like a growth of self-replicating instruments
assembled haphazardly
with some spots really glowing...

twisting, splintering, breaking
airy and light, slow and morose
snapping strings and shards of wood
set off their chain reaction
inspired pieces, conversation
and wild innovations...

can you hear it like i can?

I shrink at your memory
But need I shrink?
In my current state I'm like a worm
Reminiscing on days when I'd chew at leaves
Lush and verdant
Summer eves

Gorgeous girls, the worm remembers
My mandible all over them
Intricate, designed by God
The worm shall shrivel up
And die.

What talent belies the aging boy?
Fost'ring there an ancient flame
Once was used to get him here
Now he flickers with his shame.

Tearing there upon his skin
Between victors and those whisked away,
He is peeling off the edge--
And can you see it in his eyes?

I sit down on the couch in the lower-level den of my house
and I think once again about all the things I don't know.

I'm thinking about
The back of my head
The bottom of my heart
The backs of my hands

The top of my lungs

I'm thinking,
Okay. I am just a man
And I need to figure out how this body works best for everyone
I don't mind it, let's just dance

She really begs a designed man,
Someone with sharp edges
With a defined shape

Chiseled near perfection,
He works his lot
He plows her fields
And speaks too clear--

Too clear for her to deny
Him his skeleton throne
He wields it like knives,
Dresses it with respect.

Here I am designing myself,
A man planning his destiny
And don't think you distracted me
When you're coaxing out the best of me.

This autumn,
We are together
In high harmony
Morning light
Breaks through
The yellow and orange leaves

You found a couple gray hairs on my head,
Sitting cross-legged on my bed--
Picking them out,
You stirred a new ingredient into my blood.

We give each other massages
And trade stories like little trinkets between us
This winter will be fine for love.

It's a rare summer, and too kind
When the sky becomes your skin
And I walk into this dream
To take you in

It came from an accident.

From two people who met, loved, and sputtered out.

It came from adoption. From a family in the suburbs around Philadelphia.

And it came from Nowhere, as my brain put out feelers around her
and learned she was real.

It came from Fantasia-- from classical dinosaurs, and from Mickey Mouse with little dancing brooms, and from a line that vibrated with the music.

It came from Love, a word I learned.

It came from feeling like the weird kid in school.

It came from chorus, learning trumpet, and Boy Scouts.

From losing young friends and Sugar We're Going down coming on mtv2.

It came from nooks and crannies and trinkets from my life I am sweeping by and not mentioning.

It came from confusing therapy appointments and being told to take medication.

It came from my first guitar at age thirteen.

From losing control and breaking everything in my house and going to a mental health clinic. From cutting myself because I don't know, other people did it and I'm sad.

It came from puppy love with this cute girl who was pretty averse to me at first. And from sneaking over her house when no one was home.

And it came from identifying myself as a poet, songwriter, a kawaii emo kid who could hang with anyone (but maybe not some of the popular kids).

It came from being arrested for trespassing on accident, not believed, and then put on probation. It came from sleeping in past the bus and then being sent to juvenile hall for truancy. It came from a burning hatred for authority that hurt my life for no reason.

It came from feeling mishandled by my parents but also whiny and unable to stop whining.

It came from Latin class and AP English and Music Theory classes, and my high school sweetheart who is forever my personal Goddess of Music. But I don't think about her much anymore.

It came from feeling self-conscious about being a slow reader.

It came from seeing myself as an intellectual, and from being watched all the time by the government.

It came from starting to realize my brain gets depressed, grandiose, understands the world through fixations, and is sort of a lopsided brain.

It came from high school antics, starting to smoke ****, and becoming interested in the truth about drugs.

It came from starting to realize I was way too invested in these girls, and wow I really let myself become a **** sometimes.

It came from going away to college in the middle of Pennsylvania.

It came from an interest in psychedelics and probably overdoing it a bit and an incident where I hit my head that really had me spinning for a while.

It came from dropping out of Bloomsburg.

It came from starting to feel like I should know what I'm doing by now and for the first time, feeling like an adult lost in the world.

It came from going back to school and meeting a cute older girl who was Scandinavian and new and exciting.

It came from living like a rock star in a college town, delivering food and going where the **** I wanted when I wanted.

It came from my last time losing my **** over this girl. From realizing I am in control of how I react, and finally developing a callus.

It came from a very bipolar drive to Miami and back to Pennsylvania without looking into any new places like I planned.

It came from having to live back home with my bad memories. From an uncharacteristic DUI and banging my head in the cop car until it bled.

It came from getting another DUI for **** because my headlight was out and I got pulled over, but I was driving perfectly.

It came from having to be involved with the law again, and being depressed about that girl, cutting myself and admitting myself to the mental clinic.

It came from my parents really getting on my nerves, and it's not just me.

It came from losing my temper and breaking the TV and my dad's windshield with a baseball bat.

It came from not being allowed back home after admitting myself to the mental clinic again, from being set up with a room in the next town only to have it be destroyed by strangers and kicked out.

It came from living with a new friend, partying all the time, selling **** for money, and living in hotels.

It came from having to get away from all that and working hard as a landscaper. From patching things up and moving back home.

It came from losing probably my tenth job because I didn't show up, and getting depressed again.

It came from throwing that shoe at the wall. From my dad coming downstairs and me yelling at him to shut the ******* door. From my brother being rightfully angry at me because I'd been a **** and throwing his iHome at the ground.

It came from my parents calling the police on me when I was on probation.

It came from de-escalating, talking to the cops, and then using my coping skills and riding my bike after that, but it came from finding my tires slashed and failing myself, storming off and busting things up (only insured things) with rocks.

It came from the police surrounding my house and taking me off to jail, from that being the last time I'd ever see grandpop alive. We caught you on surveillance.

It came from five hard months in the county jail feeling very scared and not treated with justice at all. Except I thought maybe God is treating me with justice.

It came from re-assessing myself and taking some time to breathe.

It came from being locked up again two months after that for smoking ****, for a month and a half long sentence.

It came from behavioral health court, which promised to lower my charge from a felony if I passed this very strict program for a year.

It came from only being able to let it go about 50% of the time and from deep resentment for my parents built up over the years.

It came from being accused of doing opiates when I didn't, and from being reprimanded for not trying hard enough when in truth I was. It came from my psychiatrist is on vacation, and that's why she isn't answering. It came from I know myself, and I don't need medication.

It came from even deeper anger at the system but now I'm an adult. And it seriously helps some of these people, and they really do care I guess.

It came from not being sure if I'm trying my hardest but I'm going to apply here and work on something today.

It came from feeling like a complicated mess no one wants to listen to.

It came from getting up early every day to see if I have a drug test and biking through the freezing cold to make the bus if I do.

It came from love, that's a word I learned.

This garden has grown wild.

Here the marigolds choke,
There the thistle blooms,

Here the tulips suffer,
There the daisies revel.

There's a ******* with a waving cloak
Here to there, and never home
To answer for this lazy show

Here the roses luster;
Blistered, each begonia

Ivy spreading readily
Dead, my rhododendron.

Whenever time is fertile you should seed or you should swallow,
Depending on the moment.

And when you know it, you know it.

The door tried to be mad at me,
But I used my thumb to mute its noise.

Then I felt vindictive (I think the door was disappointed)

A seething soul tried to manifest,
But I held my tongue and they prowled on through the universe.

Some part of me smirked but did not strut.

When's it gonna drop

When's it gonna drop

When's it gonna drop

Now those hot scars have faded.

Coolness is replacing where the ropes burned
Where the lesson was learned
To fight the binding fear of constriction
Listen to the heat of your blood
Accept it. and cool the body

Now I tumbled out onto the floor
and I am standing up once again.

I mutter something about what she did to me
And think of the girl with the tattoo on her wrist,

I MUST NOT FEAR

inside feels like a wild howl
something i cannot really swallow
nor rattle the air
with enough depth nor gravity

muscles seek the configuration
no, they hang loose and wallow
and why don't they dare?
apathy turns my days
wan, sickly shades

when i face myself with the joy of life
when the configuration is found
i feel i have opened the gate of heaven
i am surprised to find
i can sing a beautiful song!

yet
my sob, the deepest well, so't feels
inside my throat, when i cried in jail
her naked, cheating body, steel
when three years have not cooled these tears

american ways of feeling pain
i'll never feel that way again
it's only a life sentence, and
i only love her once.

You're a slippery devil--
When there's not enough,
You'll say I didn't try.

I'm black as ink
Because I see straight through
To the center

*******,
I love you better

Simmering lies
Life in the summer
Bumming a cigarette
Wwwwhat a ******

I'm white as light
Because I float on the surface

Here and there--
That is my purpose

Shimmering why's
Quivering eyes
Struck with the ink
That the blacklamp supplies.

Strange things happen in the quantum foam of the universe,
But perhaps the strangest is you.

Your weird suggestions of normalcy do not fill the universe's cryptic appetite.

The answer you provided meant strange symbols in the sky
So stay here, trip out for a while
And when you return...
What did you learn with your flitting eye?

I think focusing is a bad idea
Let the waves wash over you
Instead of focusing, try maximizing
I mean, what the hell
Does anything mean.

The conditions, the circumstances
The setting
Has to be right
For us to succeed.

So if I ever do
It's definitely because I tried.

I think 'trying' is another word for
The last time I died
And we have to put paradise somewhere
In life.

So just lift me up
Move my limbs towards that goal
What we do inside, no one knows but us anyway
So just hold me down
I don't promise not to scream
You're as real as you are fake
You're the horror of a lifetime

Let's talk about the way it's been
Elusive and my wagging tongue
Is muted behind clicking teeth
With fingers finding quick release

So strange, and strange sensation comes
Awareness of the deep conflict
A writhing dance I keep inside
Cause you can't be that good at math.

You can't be that good at math.

And after everything goes down,
Where will hesitation go?
With remorse and empathy
Right out the window
Well I'm waiting for the day
The defenestration comes
I'll never know how much you loved me
Guess nirvana's really dumb

And you
Can't really be that good at math.
No, you
Can't really be that good at math.
We got problems, honey
Bigger than the place that we come from
You can't be that good at math
You can't be the only one

I see the trees turning
I see the topography of the old man's face,
With rifts and cracks
With gold and iron
Still in the old hills

The rolling of the planet wears everything out,
But its rotation scatters the shards of eden
They gleam like the eyes of a sad, old face.

Freeze and thaw,
Freeze and thaw,
Like god squeezing a stress ball.

Glinting ore shines on the skin of my arm
I'm squeezing a stress ball
Trying to find
A way to get the deepest taste of eden
With rifts and cracks
With rifts and cracks
In my jaw and spine

Absurdity complex,
The melting distractions,
The value of poetry.

A man calls himself to tell himself he is confused,
And unsure why he is calling himself.

Someone is on a pedestal,
Another one is ground beneath the iron wheels of fate.

No one did anything wrong,
But we gasp and shake our heads at the news.

Except we all did something wrong,
And someone's gotta pay for it.

I guess I chose sin for myself,
But that doesn't make any sense.

I guess it's time to be uncertain.

Lucky rhodopsin
Here comes October
They didn't need to be fiery
It's a happy accident

Lactic acid--
For all the right reasons
Churning and burning
Through all four seasons.

Notice all our forms
Passing through
They're sure and they're sharp
And they all stand true

The sumac's proud cones
The retreating turtle
The dew on our shoes
And a nice crape myrtle

And if my hands get cold
I'll just warm them up
Thanks for the soup--
I'll put it
To good use!

A sloshing soup knocks against my skull's interior as I make my way down the stairs
Today, I am tired
I have tried and tried and tried
And I have the seeds of positivity in my pocket
But I just feel tired.

When it tucked me into bed
Was there a knife behind its back?
Warm the blanket, weft and warp
The muffled screams of burning souls.

Processed glory, tried and true
Sewing sickness into you
To comfort you, o child
In that place to comfort you.