Ketamine Revelations

Spill your body over the room again   

It's a good thing you're alone   

Cover the mirrors, there's someone else in them   

Foreign two holes in a big round bone   

You are the pulp of the Universe, a juice vesicle, a tiny clone   

You are leaking through the cracks of its window panes   

You are dripping on the street down below   

Find your hands and check for your lips   

Just to make sure they're still there   

The only way to drop your crucifix   

Is becoming one with the nails.

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