I seek divine inspiration
yet I remain stuck with tempered cognatation

Stuck,with desperation and mutilation

By the limitations of human beings, who seek no liberation

Then lay me down to rest,

For already I feel the linger of death's breath upon me
as my humble skin convulses

Soak me then I say,in your hemlock waters
that I too may feel the numb of ordinary
That I may too be baptized by filth and reborn into the realm of acceptance
where i may be seated beside my father, like him before me

Together, to **** the living breath from the lips of our mother nature
as the door closes behind me