I am Ancient
And I am calling you
Do not leave my eye
By raven-way
You, doused in my hand

I am Called Upon
To boat thy visage apart
Doth not levy mine voice behind
Take thy cloak up-on the flote
And fill thine gut with my sport

I am Love eternal
That has brought you up in circles
That has, hoping you feel fertile,
Milked your insides in our color
Oh, we miss you, love, the gutter

I am feeling Acid
Acting in my skin—
Gentlemen, ladies
Playing on their funny hymns
I'll show you how it ends

I am Your Hands
No, God
Please Hands
I am me, but
I can't be Hands