Overwrite the stretches of my lineage
With the infusion of warm alternative flow
Circling the girdle of conscious motive
Going deeper into the self-epic
Sieve of loss.

The hip, the square and the tragicomic
All sway towards the fire that makes us sick

Step through the road songs
And jagged edges in silence
Into the rubble of the mind
Spell out the empathic avoidance
Of the end of the struggle I left behind
Soft gristle pulp underfoot of what
Was once thoughts of the soul.