Too far The claws are deep in the flesh Too deep The roots are in the marrow Weary Death offers a release Come through As the sun ascends, the poison becomes healing Is it visible to the communion? The staggering, broken bones A fervent mouth is reaching for hope Shooting a silk rope at the brimstone sky Shedding skin A reptile gaze Staring at a box with no oxygen Open up and let it die while it still breathes While the moon crawls a sprout is born