Wave your bag of blood
It's flashing in the sun
It's your new s** and s**uality
A gentle war is on
Your neck becomes jointed
Like an elbow or a knee
Oblongs of language
Are all that you can see
An army of plants and trees
Gathers at the dawn
They move as if rootless
The random plan is drawn
A noose of music swings
A beacon shining for all
For all that breathe to see
The fulcrum of futility
The sky is s**ed away
From the planetary orb
When an will cease to spin
So the inversion can begin
And all that you can hold
In your pockets and in your arms
Is measured against you
And digested by the stars
The body in your bed
Begins to hum apart
Your friends and relatives
Observe your moving scars
When we are wed again
When we are three once more
Then we vanish again
And then we seal the air-tight door
They had slime for mortar
They had brick for atone
The site where the building stood
Now lies deserted and overgrown
She has a million tongues
He has ears for hands
The tears from their embrace
Will drown you where you stand