A Particle Of Flesh Refuses The Consummation Of Death Paroles

Makes me happy
But I go in

I think she is a fever
She is a [?] cigarettes
I do believe in the sound
In the fire of my voice singing
I go in

If you could see
The divine cup of spit that is risen
A beam of light
A deranged and rusted incision
Just starts to be
Humming
Branch out her verse
Sea men
Hey mariners caught in the reflection
Of his glasses
Stood at the helm The gray of the world
Went asunder
A shadow [?] of blood
That [?]
The tip of the ways that he caught her
Building scaffolds which [?] chains
Went asunder
The cities of the world
Shudder and gas
As a man our powers are
We patiently wait beyond trial

I go in to a world
Detail and a verse
I cannot fathom
In a rage I can't imagine
There stands joy crawling below it
In the mire
Is the poet
I go in