On the picture with a thousand tongues,
I taste ambrosia, sweet in song.
It’s beat to swallow embers be,
Lasting till infinity.
Still like wine,
As sugars sweet.
Till rifts of time.
Stop, repeat.
In this darkened hallow we will meet.
And dine on silver, hard as teeth.
For on the picture with a thousand tongues,
I taste ambrosia, sweet in song.