Assembled in a mass grouped inside   pigeon holes constructed by a sketch a factory of evasion the worms crawl to    the wine like salt   to a slug they wither to their knees devoured by the architect his    blueprints spell constriction   he merely drew the increments your father built the vice I abdicate the    architect I don't believe   you drew the plans a carpenter without nails a son without a father your    children fall on ashes   cling to a blistered dreams broken by the blueprint whatever you create I'll    be sure to burn