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Summer, let me breathe.
There's air that you owe me.
Like the tongue and the teeth,
we remain in perfect harmony.
To obey and abide,
through the courses of commotion that'll dance in your spine.
Turning bodies to shrines, through the subtle intermission in a glass of red wine.
Severance, the calming course of reactions.
Do me in, and split me into tiny fractions.
We'll set the standard of spectacles.
(Trace down, and run slow)
And from there we'll seek a bug in a jar.
(...your hands along my imperfect western spine.)
Balance the atoms, our actions kinetic.
Prone to exist as a creature of habit.
One of seven voyeurs and observes,
so I can feel the scars that I deserve.
When you feel god's breath you best stay proper.
We speak of such well mannered hands.
A subtle spectacle of what we call a modern man.
What's their intent, what are their plans?
Oh, what a way to treat the skin.
(Civilized sound, the civilized sound.)
To squeeze tight below your chin.
Make my statue out of sticks and twine.
Or whatever you can find, it's fine, so fine.
The bird will boast his hubris at the stagnance of the snail.
The lion sits, awaits the blitz of feeding on the frail.
The snake and the swine never fail to realize
that the toad serves himself.
None of them serve you and I.