The Wrinkling Infant Video (MV)

See lines here
Indenting a trace
A lion is tamed and shrunken away
A light here
Unceasing erase
A wrinkling taste with choices to make

I washed here
But shit still remains
Entangled inside the hairs of my face
My blind ears
Behold a disgrace
A ringing to rival the rivers that remain

Now what if I carve out my heart and my lungs
Send one abroad to some woman I love
Save one for myself to feast on and ingest
(Hope this old pattern works out for the best!)
Later she sends back recycled upheavals
Along with the string that connected her heels
Tie them together and strand me up high
Before I am weathered I'm going to die

Mother bear, mother bear
Run fingers through my hair
Disheveled and grey and seeking your care
A voice whispering unchallenged
"Everything you do is not right
Anything you do is not right
Come sit upon my lap
My breast is close at hand"
With eyes dulled against the future
Still waiting around for a future