Lost connection,
Grey flesh, concrete...

He says his thoughts are tangled like
Thorns...

This day, Winter sat upon the land,
Its bloodless knife sitting in its open hand...

He steps from the icy grip of Winter and into
the cool waters of Spring...

Machine of Circumstance
who sees and who bleeds...

Contentment is not on my roster
Too close to the world...

Draw back to unknown
All these fish, swimming with their bones out...

Today! I am powerful
the world is in my teeth...

Is that what's in here?
is that what's in here...

Let me slough you open and let me see,
what the storm of dust you are made of me...