[00:26.064]12 little wells of golden ink[00:33.066]Bone bottles stacked mouth to tail[00:41.776]Arching your back into the sand cloud[00:47.356]Our thoughts underneath her skin[00:51.195]Arctic to equator[00:57.912]A pair of sympathetic ridges shift[01:01.764]You've evolved to harness[01:07.446]These constant eruptions[01:13.389]Through vascular pen heads[01:17.241]Tectonic verse flows[01:25.348]Riding again, again, again, again, again (They all can seem purple)[01:33.616]I'm floating a lucky heart over their palm[01:42.193]Casual ribs house an expanded mind[01:51.366]Left and right hemispheres in balance[01:58.393]Constant composition and eighty scribbles per minute[02:07.440]Let us flow towards that[02:13.284]Transfer every character that circulating function[02:28.301]Nests flowing forward[02:35.993]Out the snaking valve[02:41.317](Nothing eternal)[02:47.729]It too dipping itself in and out in intervals[02:59.460]12 little wells of golden ink[03:07.393]Bone bottles stacked mouth to tail[03:15.601]Penned in its planet 'round the cracky pole[03:22.285]The inner hall expands in gilded breaths[03:32.727]Compelled to give itself the moment it is for[03:40.331]Compelled to give itself the moment it is for[03:47.342]Compelled to give itself the moment it is for[03:55.238]Compelled to give itself the moment it is for[04:02.648]Compelled to give itself the moment it is for[04:10.909]Compelled to give itself the moment it is for[04:18.264]Compelled to give yourself the moment you are for[04:25.813]Compelled to give yourself the moment you are held[04:33.666]Compelled to give yourself the moment you are for[04:41.339]Compelled to give yourself the moment you are held