uh where

as I escape tongues in venom
spitting image of a god the whirlpool
of god the tremor and flame
quiet as bath salts and I said I'm going
to eat your face but you didn't
believe me

lamb lambaste the asp
life is trying to bite through its paradigms

as I fly, on the wall

I see it all meld, the synthesis
of selves, worlds poor
trembling, in pain

I see what's left of the light for a moment
after it goes out

I suck out the poison in the dark

hoof it back to Noah's Ark
I'll brave the flood

alone