a vivisection of me.
done by god for all to see.

❝ a petty line of white noise,
pack up your bags and throw out the toys.
three strikes, "honey, i'm home!"
three voices come from the gramophone. ❞

❝ so, with advice of the dead,
and a halo over my head.
at last, "honey, i'm home!"
three voices come all alone. ❞