Between Passes(ages)

Blending becomes a deep quiet
Breathing until it continues
Bending unto it doth soon cause
Breaking

Which mends the bends that I blend
Atomology into carbon dioxides into oxy-gen

Or it OXI-GIN
that new label of sin
And I sin, yes I sin

Blinding the signs
to detour to my veins
that pump through my arteries
to my heart

Which pumps cells
to bleed into
Brain cells
and imprison

ignorance with wisdom