(On this lonesome floating turf)
Stand before the river
Of flesh and blood and fear
And hope, faeces
Feeling
Swimming eyes seeing
Selves slipping
In rip tides of emotion
Biochemical commotion
(Watch the cosmic drivel swivel)
(In egotistic illusion I drown)
Secret sincerity
In a cage of bones
Nameless enchanter chained
To the earthling throne
Swimming through existence soup
With these symbols on eternal loop
Caught in the cluster-f*ck of being
(Here, now)
We wash away