came back to doubt yourself

but broke in two

they find it punctual

with idle tooth

i’ll find something

to shake by the roots

i crawl along the ceilings in your room

the cold is spinning thread

to answer you

i need something made of freewill

am i waiting now, does my waiting howl

i bring an avalanche of toltec bones

contaminated cravings if you choose to

play something that aches for a spill

leave out the meat for that contact high

inhale the vapors

and let the hangman smile

for that something to shake by the roots

am i waiting now, does my waiting howl

bring me the tame

witness germinates in the child

that word of mouth stutters

blink at the lonely dice

don’t know