| With all my desperate symmetry, | |
| With all my white lights, and straight lines | |
| My skin will still sag at the end of my life | |
| Death pirouettes through the flicker of the wick | |
| And makes you sick | |
| Once interred, in turn to turn to bone | |
| Fate unseen, kiss the stone | |
| You hope that where you are, that you're not alone | |
| Then I awoke | |
| To coil and shiver | |
| Like eel out of river | |
| Like the grave was my own | |
| Oh frailty | |
| What worse fates could you possibly show me |