Powder grinding mouthful
Pull the day from the nocturne
Somniloquist is the nightmare's song
In the multiplied objects of the external world
I had no thoughts but for the teeth
And of Berenice I more seriously believed
That all her teeth were thoughts
The white and ghastly spectrum of the teeth
Meditations were never pleasurable
The phantasma of the teeth maintained its terrible ascendancy
Lock into bitten dreams perfectionist
Break like a child's mouth
Quiet, don't tell anybody
Don't let anyone know
There's a secret
And kick me out of your bed