I would like to burn this down,
I would like to burn this down.
I would like to see it melt in yellow
and observe a cloud of blackness,
cloud of blackness rise.
Watch it rise as it is wrath himself,
watch it rise.

Crows will flee the scene as if to
remind me how long it's been.
Since I have seen a dove,
since I have seen a dove.
Melt in yellow as I do.

Exhaustion and
mother of tribulation.
Wound by wound,
I torture myself.
Wound by wound,
I will persevere whiteness.

Present yourself,
as I know you are the sky
and anchor of my being.

What we know
turns to paper.
What we know
is like cigarettes.

Formaldehyde fingers