As I forage through the fog
dive a little deeper
Push away the law
And wrestle with the reaper
I live in constant awe
Swept into the weepers maw
He just can't swallow
So I make that tongue my bed
And ride the fever in my head
In dreams I pounced upon a leper
Leapt to grip the bit a cleft "instead"
I tread in bubbles rolled in lint
A filtered scent is read
Just a cyst that's mist amidst
A pinprick missilehead