Oratorio in Grey

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 till it stops