Aboard a craft bereft of oar
i rowed upstream to find lenore
abducted by a bandit or
a king from some forgotten war
And mindful of his larval craze
the rhinotropic micro-gaze
ignored it and to my amazement
rode to paris in twelve days
This is the work of the guelah papyrus
stranded for a moment on the ocean of osyrus
absorbing all she can for every member of her clan
expanding exponentially like some recursive virus

she take me on, i never fail
to ride on the redundant rail
'cause when i know she's switched a track
there's always one to take me back
And through the bedroom door intrude
a fretful frown and spoil the mood
'cause though i never really stand that tall
she tilt my frame, she watch me fall
[guelah (the fly)]
So maybe i could be a fly
and feed arachnid as i die
and view the ritual from within
the silken tunnel that they spin
And through the bedroom door intrude
a fretful frown and spoil the mood
'cause though i never really stand that tall
she tilt my frame, she watch me fall