Split bark, slow leak

veins run in blind spots

Nourish the fracture

Feed the hunger I forgot

Flesh remembers

What mind won’t touch

A covenant carved

In things that time forgot

(Touch… touch… carved in silence…)

Spore-bloom in the marrow

Soft as lust on glass

Sink—don’t shiver

Just listen…and last

(Sink… sink… sink… ahhh-oooh…)

It grows where nothing should—

between the breath and the bruise

in marrow-dust and splintered wood

a mouth that never moves

(It grows… the breath… the bruise… the web…)

It grows where nothing should—

in the grip between two hands

it listens through the rotting flood

where something still withstands

(It listens… it listens… still withstands…)

(Ooooh… it waits… it waits…)

No names down there

Just patterns folding…shifting patterns

Circuits drawn in rot

That somehow point back home

(a map back home… drawn in rot… drawn… drawn…)

Not light, not dark

A third thing… an inbetween

Waking…unseen

In the walls we built too thin

(A third thing… too strange…too thin)

Smell the creeping

Feel it rot

Truth doesn’t always knock

It spreads like thought

(Smell… feel… spread… seeps…)

It grows where nothing should—

between the breath and the bruise

in marrow-dust and splintered wood

a mouth that never moves

(It grows… it grows…)

It grows where nothing should—

not blessed, not cursed—just true

and all we thought was buried deep

was always passing through

(Passing through… through… through…)

What’s left behind

Isn’t left behind

What sinks

Feeds what rises

All we bury

Still breathes

(Feed… breathe… rise… still breathes… still breathes…)

(To feed again)

Trace the line

Not dead—not gone

(Trace the line)

Under / Over / Through

(Not dead—not gone)

Under / Over / Through

(Trace… trace the line… not dead… not gone…)

(Under… Over… Through…)

(Ahhh… ohhh…)

Held together

By what we tried to throw away

Your sorrow grew roots

Mine reached back

(Thrown away… still growing…)

We speak in fractures

But something hears

Something moves

Between the cracks

(Fractures speak… between… between…)

It grows... where nothing should

It grows—where nothing should

It grows...

Where nothing...

Should

And still—

It pulls me in

And still—

It pulls me in

(It pulls… it pulls… it pulls…)