Burning Umbilicus Lyrics

And what of her mercy

Clutching contorting

Possessed by gray laugh lines

Spinning drunkenly on the outskirts

Of that boyish perennial grin

Your hair gold-pleated autumnal soil

Sifting through her fingers eternally

Following devotedly the swing of your stiff limbs

Where they land, anticipating

Always in anticipation

Her hands forming queer shapes in the dark

Too afraid to need

To ask

To want

To wake you

As one wakes another to the truth of feminine divinity

Sent to tame you but instead

Let you shred her celestial veneer with scathing truth

And that blazing scythe she adored

Piercing up through the top of her crown

Down and opening her up until

She was more laceration than girl

Did she become an echo

Of those insipid girls before her

In his eyes the only proof of God

All the strangest mists accrued in the annals

Of this hectic universe

Tangled in gathered silk

The birth of man

In heaven, a heavy-tongued sigh.