just to shed my body  / magdalene, that's when i'll think of you .. brushing againt a lip, sore thumb to be judged for that. and i lick your soul and let the cloud of necessity drape over me, feel like i can taste a bit of ocean-salt-drops, but something else i can't describe, like, dreams and ineffability, it tastes lke the word ineffable; forgiving me, for the driven waters of my condescension and precipitation breaks off at that worst times -- to read is to only make my vision blurry, and i hoped i would be able to get up today, but when i try to pull upwards, my body sinks lower, and i feel denser. ive been eating lighter and eating less but my body is denser, and i've been losing flesh and inches but my bones are sinking -- digging towards my grave, and even if i wanted to turn back, i can't face the sun. i look towards the bottom of the ever-digging hole, i keep track of how much the darkness grows, of how closer the darkness comes. i keep track of how much cold envelopes me and how the heat is no longer from the Sun, from the Godhead, but from the incinerating fumes and gasses from this declension-sphere, from the hell under here and i see and feel the archons and demons licking my shoulderblades with their tongues and claw at my body, talons tickle my neck, and it is all i can do, feel and see and hear and smell. i can't hide it, for the long way, they clip off my wings, and i've left everyone so i can allow them to fly for hours and towards the sun, and none of them will be Icarus -- but i will pretend that they cared, but knew to go into this hell would be the best for them and i, and i only want them to continue to fly. i will always love you for this, dreary singing sounds, i  need a sonic image of this yogurt-faced boy