- Hanging up on a cross;
- Dripping from toes, my dross.
- Buried in waters of dust,
- Chipping away at crust.
- Breathing on me, a dove
- Sent from the moon above.
- Tending fin, wing, and claw.
- Eating good fruit I saw;
- Nibbling on blood and brain.
- Riding on wheel of pain.
- Farming thorns from the brink,
- Wanting for crumb and drink.
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