Calculate (2001)
By Lincoln Benson in Asheville, NC
i'm a ruined shipa curdled beach
my truth lies just beyond your reach
it's such a joy to be alive
my blasphemy survives
go on and rob me of this
i'm too tired to fight anymore
i've got a cradle for your blade
create it just below my skull
hard axe and shallow hull
the finest ever made
it's looking just like a sign
maybe we'll make it out
this piece of ore i cradle tight
will never get me through the night
your sai in my regards
leaves a chasm large
i calculate this dizzy height
the river waits for me tonight
