Draw back to unknown
All these fish, swimming with their bones out
Magma scar, liquid sugar seeping
Chromium casing, little racket beeping
Blue-green to red and gold lies
Cool to hot and burning, indefinite
Spidersilk fingers knotted in tomes
Black underspoken deer-legged roams
Clean as a sterilised knife inside.
Dead bones, Living machines!
Known, known, known, my goal is so
Create destroy, whiteness make it so
Rust and peeling build it up and let it go
Let it go
Zip up my spine to the apex, fury-low
Zip up m y s p i n e
Not yours, mine.
Sword in the quick of it
through the bones of your hand
not yours, mine
not yours, mine
swallowed a rummaging knife inside,
dead bones, living machines!
