Their hearts are like throats in blood
That hardly furrow
Hot crystal hollow
It’s your eyes
I’m talking about
The pearl in the sand
The gleam in the well
The slug waiting to fall down
But it freezes at the fall
Another brick in the wall
The wall of the temple now
While your teeth
Are mashing breath
Enter bumblebee
Washes gut
In your blood
Just before it flees
Needles that stale
Horses that pale
That dream about ragged wounds
Reality has bitten
In itself but they’ knitting
And always surely would
While your teeth
Are mashing breath
Enter bumblebee
Washes gut
In your blood
Just before it flees
I’ll never look into your face again
I don’t want to regret
I’ll never look into your face again
That I’m the one who sees
Oh this vermillion
This vermillion veil
Oh this milky bud of the wall-eye