I do not hear I do not hear
The words pass me by as the sun sets before the sunrise
Counterclockwise
The animal inside licks - unutterable sensation
burning spinning wrath dissolving bones
the skin is virgin i still feel it on the top of my tongue
my fingers my words
your words
mingled with sweat and terror
pain and desire of selfdestruction
all blooms out of you like lilies and violets do
( ah, the scent of violets picked up by death itself
the scent - your scent of dust and oblivion )

I bend before thee, my uncreated reality