Blood of my body And veins of my heart, Wind in my sails And house on my dirt, Your creeping vines Ensnare my limbs, They tangle round close, Envelop my skin. You are my rock, My Philosopher’s stone, My gentle Midas, Turn me to gold. Quench my fire, Spark my thirst, Step lightly now, My heart will burst, Erode my mountains With endless streams, My whole soul floats On geyser steam. Let me drown In quicksand you, Devour me And I shall too.