Function

Renewed and denuded I lie here Awake to the consequence of less I can mount this all within a word The body is a table, however pendulous How salacious was my valley? The timing was not nearly right Dress it all up in the words of the body In the compost of whispers and mice Rubbish strewed me; it's gone Nothing knew me; I've won Rubbish strewed me; it's gone Nothing knew me; I've won How wide was the mark? How wide of the mark were we? Did we really have to pull it all apart Just so that we could see? How wide was the mark? How wide of the mark were we? Did we really have to pull it all apart Just so that we could see inside?