Hell - On

God is not a contract Or a guy God is an unspecified tide You cannot time it's tables It sets no glass or gables God is A lusty tire fire It's bristles scrape and strike the stage Rock, paper, scissors, rage. Have mercy on the natural world My voice is not The liquid waves The perfect rings round a heron's legs. My voice a straight garroting wire A stolen mile of fingerprints Peeled up quiet from their dunes Captured and respooled as ruin To be used At a different time My voice is a fracture Of a shin bone's lust Pounding barefoot ground It lifts you up and sets you just. Just at sorrow's waterline I drape you on tomorrow's plate Ferrous, metal marrow spilling Not yours, but mine. iI'm an agent Of the natural word Don't you tell me I didn't warn you That that's some gravity You ought not to play with Don't you tell me I didn't warn you That that's some gravity You ought not to play with There's nothing quite so poison As a promise There's nothing quite so poison As a promise There's nothing quite so poison As a promise There's nothing quite so poison As a promise And me? I am not a mess I'm a wilderness, yes. The undiscovered continent For you to undress But you'll not be my master You're barely my guest You don't have permission To take any pictures Be careful Of the natural world Nature can't amend it's ways It boils hell-on and then replays Despite heartfelt springtimes of regret The storm she still cries for days Have mercy on the natural world