I am a stranger
Lurking alone in my own
Vicious wilderness
While the meat in my chest
Squeezes and teases
A hulking hunger
Groping in motion
Balance is but
A shimmering notion
And lurching compelled
My soul in its special hell
Of wet mortal limits
Perpetually thirsting
But I bask in a beautiful
Byproduct
From twisting torque
Of dichotomy
What my eyes do see
In this spilling
Dead wicked desert
It dances, born of babble
Is now raison d'etre for the rabble
I sing my soul with tongue
A sword in the sunlight
Thrashing and flashing
Glossolalia
Writer(s): Vic Chesnutt, Jeff Magnum
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