Sourceless, rythmless, heartless
I scan the desert
Since I, in my beasthood saw the dancers there
As my hands, two tiny figures, came visible,
Like a carniver of flesh
A union of monstrosities
Curveless, boundless, eyeless
I flee from the source of my agony
Since I, in my beasthood, took form
In new, alien anatomies
My limbs towering, mounting in celebration
Murmuring the approval of new glories