There runs a poison Through the veins That clogs the blood And strangles. There runs a poison unleashed That burdens Stings Entangles. Glory, Its aggressors seek, And falsify it, They do. Victims, With complexions bleak, Flee and fall In soaking dunes. There lies a body strewn, With poisoned veins, That root through
Somewhere, In the root of the stomach, It is born. In the gut, It unfolds. You walk. It spins around your neck, It swims from head to toe, And you swoon. You talk. It knocks you back and forth. It’s your mouth that moves, Another voice That’s coming through.