Pursing Bodies

And you take let us assume third toke long and slow
you vaporise and you take it in and in and in
and there is this point where the faces of the choir
fade of soft emerald green and there is this sinking
this sinking that thins like spinning wool
to the very point between finger tip and the rest
of the mind where a women let's call her Ruth
lets go and I am there in the emptiness
floating a single refracting sphere
reflecting the resonance of a face that
looks me straight in the fucking eyes
and in a voice of unrelinquished
hunger and justice just says run

and honestly through out all of my experimenting
all of my searching and studying I've come to the conclusion
that I'm just not too sure what else there is that I can do
so like Ruth told me in a dream I had nearly five years ago
I'll do the only thing that for all this time that I knew for sure to be true

I'll take whats left and what I want
and remind myself that that is all I need
the tools that I have they serve a purpose
a temple built outside of purity is a site of desecration
is not worth mentioning propagated and useless
my pockets are sewn with burgeoning seeds
cloth sacks heavy with earth and with every need
I'll press the hilt of the blade closer and closer
just to watch it gently slowly bleed
slit the throat of a thief called greed
and I am just now being hardened
and I am just now getting started

but I'm not quite sure what all of this is for
so I will burn out clean
and if you ever want to know
the last words of a dying man
you can find them in the mouths of babes
and let whatever comes that may
the memories of these things will burn away
clean
you can find them in the whispers of ash
that turn to butterflies and softly spindle off
you can find them in the foot prints of soot
where on that day I was looked straight in the eyes
and I said if there is an ounce of this that is
without truth you can kill me where I stand

and if you ever want to know
the last words of a dying man
you can find them in the mouths of babes