redemption - serpentwithfeet

Your name is impossible to know

You’re my four ethers

I thought there was redemption in the four ethers

Somehow I thought the sweet perfume of our truths rotting inside your belly

could free me — could free me

If I could just anoint my body with this perfume — with this perfume

This perfume will surely save me

The thing that sours in your belly will surely save me, surely

But your name is impossible to know

Your name is impossible to know

Your name is impossible to know