I turn the page and make a claim:
I'm foaming at the mouth.
I'll fill my head (and empty womb) with reading:
all I'm needing.
If I could make exchanges for the answers that I seek,
to Mephistopheles I'd give my breeding.
Uh oh, I'm bleeding out!
Would you say I've a way to go before I know it all?
My memories will recede before the kingdom comes.
(at least they'll say "she was pretty")
Minerva was a virgin
so my hands shall be filled with rust.
No time to tear your throat out 'tll I'm teething
I banish you, sleep!
(nobody likes a tattletale!)
Stay away from me!
(Leave me alone!)
You cretin, with your shalalalalaminans!
I will master the means!
I will be master!
I will meet you -
but nobody wants a weathervane -
your sickle rose, your sulpher prose.
I will eat you.
I will be master.
If I am master,
am I the tide,
or am I the beach?
released June 15, 2013
synths, percussion, piano, vocals, recorder, music, lyrics - Julia Hatamyar
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