Oratorio in grey scrolls patiently from the top A strip of iron peeled out of a thread Discrete assimilation fouls me like the House of Usher A pet in your goldfish bowl but for you I only float dead Feel visible matter Feel invisible matter There is death in everything We are connected without reason at all You have your way with me like a lover But I spite you because I just want the end of the world Oratorio in grey scrolls patiently until it stops