When I was a baby I could close the world up in fleshy pink mitts 
Now the world flays the infant palms and the bones drip out in its spit 
When I was small I reached up so high and grasped at the morning star 
Now the wormwood topples down on me and smashes all my parts 
When I was a child my bones spread out like peacock feathers alive 
Now the feathers wilt like cancerous boils leaving sagging pores in my hide 
When I was of age I saw a gate so wide and a path so broad for the taking 
But the road to everything led to a cliff where I sprawled out naked and aching 

Now that I'm old I see the light and I see it was never there 
Everything leads to nothing nowhere and I don't even care