Ever Rotating Sky

Tapping and tisking in the corner Slowly cooking in the softness To have glued my hand in place Slap my body into true definition A fire turns inside my guts And my face And my face screws up in delight In delight The violation of your body The pieces, they fall into the holes The flakes of skin in my mouth Ever-rotating sky Ever-rotating sky The violation of your body The pieces, they fall into the holes The flakes of skin in my mouth The petals are trodden into the carpet This sentiment carries no weight... Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like... To have felt the depths of life And the drowning shallows of death The storm of the half-sleep The half-sleeping storm Out of the blackness of incompletion Into the politics of inconsequence Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky Like the ever-rotating sky...