Assembled in a mass grouped inside

pigeon holes constructed by a sketch a factory of evasion the worms crawl to

the wine like salt

to a slug they wither to their knees devoured by the architect his

blueprints spell constriction

he merely drew the increments your father built the vice I abdicate the

architect I don't believe

you drew the plans a carpenter without nails a son without a father your

children fall on ashes

cling to a blistered dreams broken by the blueprint whatever you create I'll

be sure to burn