My lions are shiny hind and shins the heel meets the perineum and clears the mind or something now I’m thinking about irons and my wrists itch of flood of sculpted air and errance the itch of ache to be dancing
Monsters in every myth are the hungry beast cuddling with hunger please don’t be hunger don’t be her
Be the words go back sleep tattooed on that star as spell but also arbor arbitrary hellfire we’re writing hell’s obituary deleting the delta in our elbow boats
Where you gon’ go?
Are you afraid of where this song is going as you so lonely ride it
