Acid burn, soak it up Lick the puddle, taste the cup Bloodying thick, fogging dark Melancholia’s the spark Chain the neck, plate the face Blinding plenty, tape erase Culture here, culture there Dissappearance everywhere Buried stone, underground Sleeping on a bed of straw Naked body melt the snow Be the one who heats the cold ...Some lower order of desire… ...Some dreamy night you fly in. Think how you FEEL, feel how you KNOW. Some dreamy night you fly in… “See my home in the sand I am never moving Age to age, hand in hand I watch the ruin Beast to best, man to man I am never moving Turn the page, cut the hand.”