| Broth of Oblivion |
|---|
| Sourceless, rythmless, heartless. |
| I scan the desert. |
| Since I, in my beasthood saw the dancers there. |
| As my hands, two tiny figures, came visible, |
| Like a carniver of flesh. |
| A union of monstrosities. |
| Curveless, boundless, eyeless. |
| I flee from the source of my agony. |
| Since I, in my beasthood, took form |
| In new, alien anatomies. |
| My limbs towering, mounting in celebration. |
| Murmuring the approval of new glories |
