Call & Respond

So what will you do you smug little stain

With your hair and wild eyes and derange?

What shall you say when you open that hole

And pour out the filth that lies inside you?

How will you address this one and true world

That nurtures and sustains in your pall?

What do you bring to the towering edifice

That casts its shade on you and your all?

I have no interest in your tottering towers

Your shadows nor the depths thy resent

I do not desire your nurture, your true

For those reflections hold nothing of you.

Instead I hold this wild eye high in my fingers

And cast it around to see what I see

Which is rich and its ripe and it's never that nice

And it devours your and it smiles and takes hold.

For this crazed has not limit, it reaches to you

And its grasps and it won't let you be

For you're with me, you are, now with me

You are, and your hair is grown matted and free.