Honey Worm

''...a visible sign of invisible grace.''

I want someone to share my honey with.

She swerved and swerved and swerved and swerved
until there was nothing left in her tiny head.
''There's nothing left, there is nothing left!'' She squirmed.
Wriggly little worm.
She squirmed and squirmed and squirmed and squirmed.
That's the mystery of knots and curves,
you can never tell, how they form, or where they turn.

Where is the beginning and where is the end?

Hell hath you know nothing.

''To be holy is to be natural...''

I circumcised my habitat,
for a loathsome feast of beetles and beasts.

Hell hath you know nothing.

Whiffs of subtle shit, I smell.
Take me not back to hell.
Take me not back to hell.

''...to befriend the worlds that come to balance in you.''

I didn't have the ability to freeze, 
even under enormous pressure.
Every single bullet in my life, I endeavour.

Children are founded,
when released from their shell.

I ain't ever going back to hell.