energy sifting with me itching but the change is seldom well-done meat inedible to those few and me mismatched and yet intact daily glue found as tack hold what together eat what whenever and grow much further out encasing a lard of DNA made possible only away as mind is ripped unholy, unfinished within us dipped in wax made candles to burn I burn, I yearn and yet still, I wander nothing is worth this uncontrolled sold lies and truths ignored one should live by