Their hearts are like throats in blood That hardly furrow Hot crystal hollow It’s your eyes I’m talking about
The pearl in the sand The gleam in the well The slug waiting to fall down But it freezes at the fall Another brick in the wall The wall of the temple now
While your teeth Are mashing breath Enter bumblebee Washes gut In your blood Just before it flees
Needles that stale Horses that pale That dream about ragged wounds Reality has bitten In itself but they’ knitting And always surely would
While your teeth Are mashing breath Enter bumblebee Washes gut In your blood Just before it flees
I’ll never look into your face again I don’t want to regret I’ll never look into your face again That I’m the one who sees
Oh this vermillion This vermillion veil Oh this milky bud of the wall-eye