the body is hungering
kissing the cliff
before it falls
down into the darkness

i'm making pottery
good acoustic

jehova

jehova is knocking on
but they won't enter - no
they won't enter

sick skin
scalp its inner
and lets the blood float down
into the boiler where i
boil my corpse

i undress my body
i undress my skin
my confined brain
communicates with god