The structure from your slanted edge
We twist our minds to call it holy
We turn our heads and call it evil

You walk around the structure and my eyes follow you
I shake my head because that makes it right
Just like I give my love because I'm told it works for you
It works for the tribe

I'm on to dizzying heights
I molt the berated plotline

We watched Mr. Fluster fall through the cracks
You can find his skeleton in Ginsberg's concrete
You can find his tears dissolved in the atmosphere
They left a sad and soft weight on everyone's hearts
Like a bird perching there waiting for the end fighting for dignity

Like the simplest geometry,
Like the holy trinity.