I'm a skeleton, no shadows I'm mere mass floating
From above they send messages Like tides they jolt through me
I'm pointing upwards
And the crows gather in the frozen trees down yonder
I wish I could touch the spot
With my mind
Let lust be divided
Into dots and numbers
Into geometry
And the crows gather in the frozen trees down yonder
The crows lift towards the sky
And spirits leave the body
To shape new symbols
And new thoughtforms
A reimagined lust
And the crows gather in the frozen trees down yonder