Oxygen riddling me with combustion all the synapses cannonfire love and revolt because the sun is going to persist on my skin and the Godless wind. We rhyme because our hearts keep Time and that is where gravity gets a bead and latches on since I can't switch planets so let's swim the depths of Sin they are thick with platelets, the demons growing from proteins. Let 'em Let's live like our molecules aren't giving in in slices of day and the frost residue of minutes on my eyes. My machinery forged in calcium and porous and in mi- nor key is whistling a Hymn I had to memorize in Sunday school. Days keep happening, my soul is diluting and watching is the Rule. We are fantastic Fools.