I’ve saved a swollen sponge in my chest
so long it cried a rotten juice, a bitter truth
but now I fear to wake the dusk,
It means facing those beasts
disowned ones
that still, I ‘ve been feeding for a while

If I turn myself at night I can even see
fleeing flocks crowding behind me
painting a dark sky
hailing me! The worst side of me!

Distinguishable flatness
that is evil from outside,
it seems a solid sea
a solitary clot,
but when you’re troubling, grasping, slipping
you realize that monsters should rise somehow

I’ve saved a swollen sponge in my chest
so long it cried …