Your name, It's walking

The frame is champing

A cocoon is drew from

Your ruddied pores

The retarded grin

The viscosity of fluid

As incidental as childhood

In cloudy emanations

In the terror of structure

I'm just trying to remember my own face

Your name, It's walking

Trying to instill

Like the fruit of iron

Scrubbing the joists

Wreathed like stems

Fermenting like Fall resin

Are proposing a structure and

Propose with it some security

I'm just trying to remember my own face