Pistil 1

From the rib, flesh of fleece, a bed
A warm wet piece for where all see
An old law greets instead

From the bag, a fly, a godless cog
Lay seed, crosses sky
Fire the dawn, only one
Then lands and rust to die

Onto the hand, infantiles to bite
Go forth, abort the world's old pearls
And steal your god like right

From a rite, all the bereft have said
Not what you want
Not what you get, kept your head, on starless medicine, starlets fed

Crush them whole
Spill it over me
Fill the head
And
Spill the Ovary
Spill the head
Spill the Ovary
Move ahead
Spill the Ovary



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Keyes
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