Ibex

A 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