My veins slowed down
My mind drained out

My guts are still
In working order.

Around the trunks
Of eldest trees
I'll stretch them out like streamers

And gladly throw one kidney to a lake not even looking

The other to a pack of dogs
Man i'm not even kidding

All over Earth i'll throw my guts,
An alabaster basket

And maybe yes i've lost my mind,
But it goes well with brisket.