derived from "The Shape of the Fire" by Theodore Roethke my_meat_eats_me_chorus_play.mp3
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Lyrics
My meat eats me.
Mother of quartz,
Who waits at the gate,
Her words were writhed into my ear.
Renew thy lights,
Lewd whispers.
Morning fair,
Follow me further back,
Into that minnowy world of weeds and ditches.
The wasp waits,
The edge cannot eat the center,
An eye comes out of the wave,
The journey from the flesh is august!
Morning fair,
Follow me back further,
And the little crab slips into silvery craters.
I wake to sleep,
And take my waking slow,
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
from "The Shape of the Fire" by Theodore Roethke