All Things Dirty

since appalled I saw him and his godly lyre seething panic’s glowing on a a dare I’m ruing is it me or still Echo’s own? is this me or she from the get-go? dirty, dirty, dirty thing reached by crumbs divine it reminds me of nothing clear and pure and haunting to his, mine is nothing it all freezes lest it interfere my heart is aching for I sing for asses’ ears dirty, dirty, dirty thing Arcadia fouled by all things dirty why oh why then does it just look so pretty? don’t it maybe make it look like I could reach it? all those rules made for breaching dirty, dirty, dirty thing