This hard thing.
This machine in being so intricately
The consciousness and it like the strongest magnet inextricably together
But of a fabric that leaves no string
So close-this thing
I protect it and feel through it
This life my whispering brief utter mortality sealed to it
I am broken when it’s broke I kneel to it
When it gives me a sentence true I’m fluent
But the Word came and now i flew and it’s clueless
His blood broke it I’m already dead to it and it’s death is translucent
So body death can’t touch me you can’t do it