Delay your aspect human prairie,
steer your hooves through halls in time
Will-o-the-wisps are memories
Can you drift through them,
See your eyes underground
Underground
I drag through moors and quicksand people
Always bogged down and bemired
My mind’s glue river shuts my eyes
Pouring debris into my mouth
My mouth
Once in Denmark
I was striding through the dark
The black bog swallowed me but as I sank I saw a hart
Delay your aspect human prairie,
steer your clogs through halls in time
Will-o-the-wisps are dictionaries
you drift through them,
See your eyes underground
Underground
Once under Hrothgar
I was eaten by the marsh
But as I sank I saw a deer
On floating hearts
It looked at me
And on my tomb of mud it lit a fire