[Lyric] Likeness of a Wasp (Ambien)

Lights overhead. A storm gathering
Inside—me, everything, no wonder we
All die: magnetized, we stratify against
Our own constraints, split in half and half
And half and half and half and half;
We float toward some kind of hole
And float down, a crucial kind of settling
Whether drenched in chemicals or ignited
The final ending, taken by the mind
Spreading. There was a story there:

Below the firmament moon glow, my witnesses will go where I have dreamt. Wind, blow. I beckon them

Ribcages’ faces pressed against the skin
A sun too strong or too weak bearing down
And the moon is a kind of release from this
Leash of flesh. The sun just makes us sweat
And the sweat will not feed the crops. You
Are the likeness of a wasp, nesting overhead
Holding the self to patience (follow, follow
Where I have led); but waiting to see whom
It is you should hurt. The weakening of
The dirt, the soil softens, and it was all a trick:
Mouths open and swallow us: we become
A spirit spinning through the darkness
Hades, call my name. I am brave