Chalk Lines - Division Day

Blackest art is what we deal

Drawing chalk lines in our kitchen

Targeting occult alleles

We’ll catalyze our mother’s fission

The room is burning and we’re still here

We aree a circle of fourteen arms

Even as windows bend

We are a tear in the math of ice

A saddle aback the cold shell of the terrapin

Over, I’ve done all I can do

To unvenomize so you can see this through

Now, finally, the maker mends us

Furnishes a blood decanter

Five and eighty-five rememories arrest

Furrowings along the middle parts attest to this

The room is burning and we’re still here

We are a circle of fourteen arms

Even as window panes bend

We are a tear in the math of ice

A saddle aback the cold shell of the terrapin

Over, I’ve done all I can do

To unvenomize so you can see this through