Oh measure
Measure the weight of your perception
By your words and their effect on the resurrection of love and pain
And devotion, the child like vision of a lost world in motion
I see through, see through to your star strung gut
Reveal the hidden universe no longer deep ‘neath the silk chic
Of your desert milk skin, now a brilliant libertine
You drift on a carousel of emerald green sheen
I await, I await the forbidden dream
Reborn on the weaving words that rise in my throat
They say i am just the blood that would drag from the black cunt of venus
Be spit from a split lip or slip from the slit body of a madman
For the thirst for the thrust for the victory for the thrust
For the suck of the breath of a stranger
To with pressed finger map the endless waves of imperial spirit
Influx of sonic impulse
Divine rhythm impulse
Divine
