Two Mountains

These lacerations, they're symptomatic of an episteme coming unglued. oh, my brother, this is a swarm of swords. you'll tumble blindly through an island of hazardous waste
My occupation requires frequent modulations on the river of time
If you're a culture, then I resemble you: a void

I could've waited, I could've eaten glass
I could've tasted you in the abstract
It went untreated for 40,000 years

These incantations, they're throbbing wildly in the body of thе violet hour
Oh, my sister, I see your velvеt wounds. you'll cut the rope that seems to bind you to the dream of a cage
My disposition includes intrinsic inclinations to have several minds
And when I'm anxious, I just pretend I'm bored, destroy

I should've waited, I should've fallen back
I should've cheated and sterilized the past
It went untreated for 40,000 years