Perfect Food
Downward
5:16A model we stole A bottomless hole Full of code Stowed away Marrowless prose On water that froze Through skin And clogs underneath Never time to run the lines With you on mind All around the burning bush With you all night Bound to earths skull In polygon holds Scale alone And fall to the ribs Fountainless bowl Fork & knife out just to hold Two birds on the brow One stone With you on top To hold the light And adjust the ropes from the other side It's difficult when nothing comes to mind And it's just enough luck to come try