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Nothing is solid, nothing is straight

The creature uncouples itself to move

Crawls on the air, scratching the light

Spiraling down like the stairs in your house

Blind, stinky, and cracking bones as a call

It vomits dust made of skin

Malaise shoving back the whole

From your basement, to your hair

Even your feet on the couch

It vomits dust made of skin

Even spits up your dad in the sink

Elbows and knees as veins

An eye, a tunnel to draw men down

A cord linking the being to the clouds above

Like a straw to swallow you

Like a prey running to be caught

And cracking bones as a call

More of them are falling like rain

Mud is defeated by their drool

They drink it down, again, like a soup

And gargle it before swallowing

A jaded world in transition

Exposed to the hazards of evolution

The wild not digested

With the sound of gas rejected

Soon others will transcend them

With their crab-faces, screaming like princesses

And soon to blow themselves for their god

Imagine a dimension for it to appear

Leaving luck ripping off infinity

Something around pictures a singing ape

And now here I am to please you