wax simulacra

came back to doubt yourself but broke in two

they find it punctual with idle tooth

i'll find something to shake by the roots

i crawl along the ceilings in your room

the cold is spinning thread to answer you

i need something made of freewill

am i waiting now?

does my waiting howl?

am i waiting now?

does my waiting howl?

i bring an avalanche of toltec bones

contaminated cravings if you choose

to play something that aches for a spill

leave out the meat for that contact high

inhale the vapors and let the hangman smile

for that something to shake by roots

bring me the tame

witness germinates in the child

that word of mouth stutters

blink at the lonely dice

don't know