Letters written everywhere, stuffed into
your head's marrow, words cutting
your strings hollow, lights alien
to your shadow. They're nothing
but skin pillows, thrown at you,
stuffed skin pillows thrown at you
everywhere.
Alien in your own mind, you've become
what's in all the interrup-
tions, reflections, distrac-
tions and so on. They're just
stuffed skin pillows, thrown at you.
Stuffed skin pillows, thrown at you
everywhere.
