The Journey

The world is big and empty With tentacles and a mouth The world is in my body I'll tear the world out The mouth yawns open The mouth never sleeps The mouth never closes So I pull out its teeth I am lost inside the mouth I am lost The world is big and barren Mostly dying, mostly withered away Yet with enough machines, it operates Beeps and buzzes, archs its treads Spreads its legs for me, tilts back its head The thing twists its coils, grinds at the guts Tightens up around me, forces my heart shut I am crushed between the teeth Crushed between the teeth I will be remembered You will be forgotten I will be revered You will be misplaced I will crush the world's head You will drink its urine I will be honored You will be disgraced