sear this chemical into skin
the mask of death lets life begin
it's never really here at all
and never gone, so fear that fall

but push the spear beyond the flesh
what's gushing there?
you'd never guess!
a sea, a sea, a sea of blood

And all its fins and wings are good.

so anoint my head with viscous oil
suspended there, i'll toil slow
and sip at syrup atmosphere
so bittersweet my sugared fear

i'll count the blades of grass backyard
the sun will set--
we won't get far.