[Lyric] The Objectless World (Victory Over The Sun)

Hangs a lantern
In my idle ear

The light crawls
Into my mouth
Usurps my tongue
Dances falsehoods
Sees limpid beauty
Weeps chiaroscuro

Broken teeth gnawing at marble

“not a single work depicting a human face depicts a person
But only the mask through which non-image sensations seep
And that which we call a person will be an animal
And the day after, an angel”

Bloody fingers clawing at canvas

The stars drop like hailstones
On your tin roof pate
Embed their formal grammars
At random in your skull
Selene lifts your chin
Kisses your paper forehead
Your face crumples into
A wastebasket satellite

Hand yoked to chiral form
Throat condemned to baritone
Chisel pointed up at god
Lost girl’s heart obscured by stone

Steeped in the gleaming bronze manifold
Of Brâncuși's daughter
My body projected on its surface
Tumbles into a slumbering resonance
A forbidden dream of becoming

Infinite hall
Marble statue suspiring
My double recast in
Venusian glow
But I cannot ask who
Carved her into truth
My tongue is stone
My arms lying on the ground
She disappears into a vitreous wisp
But her memory stays in my mouth