Pick up slack today loosely. Get out my sheath of a glove and let my nails do some sleeping in, some lifetime hibernation. Reinvent your knives to cut through cutting boards, and chain mail, and vocal chords that cut through reason, loyalty, insignificant casualties. And right about now I feel like death. If I’d been seeking You I’d be checking out of hospitals and into clinics to shine some shoes. Daybreak means nothing to me. If I had been a friend to you I would have just been doing my job. Reinvent your knives to cut through cutting boards, and chain mail, and vocal chords that cut through. You want to bet that nothing changes when hurricanes remove our faces? Get out my sheath of a glove and let my nails do some sleeping in, something they haven’t done in a long time. Removing dead skin from under dead skin is a pastime we people pride ourselves in. This is not good for you or me but we keep on digging. Dig up all the bird gut forts, all the worms inside will see to it that you get fed, but that you quit ingesting roadkill. Dig up all the bird gut forts, all the worms inside will see to it that you get fed, that you dissect your head and the rest of you, and find that heart replacement. You crucified yourself in the morning. No metal, not a nail or screw was used. A self inflicted sentence to death. I’m the guillotine starving for some down time. The axe, the stump, the neck- I’ll supply it all, I’ll supply it. Bury me deep I found a way out! Man’s most ancient Vessel, make me a voyager. I want the mouth of a sailor who’s sails feed off the breeze from Your breath. Dust off, dust the dirt from a dead end life off your shoes! Yeah! Get out my sheathe of a glove and let my nails do some sleeping in. Level my heart, my soul, my day's worth. I gave up honest sleep. I saw the finish line, I retreated. Smoke clears, I'm back at it.