i am a stranger lurking alone in my own vicious wilderness while the meat in my chest squeezes and teases a hulking hunger groping in motion balance is but a shimmering notion and lurching compelled my soul in its special hell of wet mortal limits perpetually thirsting
but i bask in a beautiful byproduct from twisting torque of dichotomy what my eyes do see in this spilling, dead wicked desert it dances born of babble is now raison d'etre for the rabble i sing my soul with tongue a sword in the sunlight thrashing and flashing glossolalia