the day have made you   turn into a worm of dawn   diluting some sense   from a tiny little lens   have a thought for you   without going so low   in lightness you trust and bless   the other for letting you rest   give a glance everywhere you can   i'd like to see you withdraw   and start messing with your melted-down brain   i'd like to see you withdraw   so skeptical and proud of yourself   grin, smile and moan   painting on stones   painting holes