Sheets of empty canvas

Untouched sheets of clay Phone Post 3.0

Lay spread out before me Phone Post 3.0

Untouched sheets of clay. Phone Post 3.0

As her body once did Phone Post 3.0

Late!
As her body holds still. Phone Post 3.0

All five horizons revolved around her soul Phone Post 3.0

Now the air I've tasted and breathed, had taken a turn Phone Post 3.0

Master of puppets I'm pulling your strings
Twisting your mind and slashing your dreams Phone Post 3.0

Don't know if I'm the boxer or the bag.