Demeter
There is a loneliness that can be rocked
Look what you have already dawned
By it's light you will see the mothers
This way is surrounded by hellish magic
A horrifying sweet thought: to be both guest and dish at this meal
Is this really the realm of mothers?
I was up two nights and two days counting bugs
And the rerun of a now gone moment winked out and died forever
I will soon prove that I am right
I must whip you until you ensure the wildness of the others
Clearing the brush
Mortgaging the wilderness
My imagination fills in the blanks about your life
Gosh I've been here before
Underneath the blah blah blah blah …
What is left
You are a bitch
Vought Experimental
