| Distill (Watching the Swarm) |
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| A swarm devours the heart |
| The seed burns where it lay build designs of none |
| Roots have poisoned the clay |
| A flame tongued blade |
| Opens holes in the sky |
| You stand holding the gate |
| They’ve all drowned in the flood |
| Sun-whitened bones |
| In a landscape of hounds |
| The bound shade a light |
| To disperse the stars |
| We watch, we watch |
| It is of the moon |
| It is all of the moon |
| In this weather we must build fire |
| Distill |
| Break them all down |
| Distill |
| Fear them all apart |
