I began innocent
I began pure
I am the end of something
I am the beginning of something
I can not discern
----    the differences of the somethings
where I end and she begins
where she ends and I begin

Light bounces from the sugar to my eye
And bouncing is the connection
Feeling with eyes like dirt on glass

The coil bends in lust
Worms and Ovens
volatile gas and death
grey ritornelles, somber passacaglias
forms formed from formless
I am so lazily drunk on the sugar
corrupt infinity pushes down on the lampposts
I hate its blackness, filthy orb