Sarcophagus

O' thou sanctus,
dead language, alive to bees
Rumming wings to the very stones of nothingness

A coffin maker for every skin
Skin...
Thou needest renovatio
Renavatio thou needs


Give me thy heart
Give me thy stripes
Give me... thy stanza to consume  
  this flesh, intestines define the digestive grace
                                   Tell me, tell me,
                              Art thou the Ruler
                                                 of hunger?
The fire is the cure
The fire is the cure, who would
                          dare fight this potion?

Can thou assist me?
Be assertive to my thoughts
The medicine cloudest this box
So I welcome thee to this back room
 Fellow cake dust, show me thou pigmy pillows
where is your darkness
this time of day?


Without thee,
           I am All
With thee,
        I am nothing.