Video de Blood flight

I carefully rearranged my senses
So they could have a conversation
Taught them to switch places
From each pore in my skin grew shimmering eyes
And fingerprints filled the eye, the eye sockets
From the ears grew two tongues
And I sang for people passing a strange song
Told them stories without moving my lips
(Mouth half-open, still)
They assumed the words came from themselves
These unfamiliar thoughts
And I sang to them:
Aaaaaa, aaaaa, aaaaaaaaaaaaa
Aaaaaa, aaaaa, aaaaaaaaaaaaa
I sang to them
Such is the speech of the body:
The ribs painted their fingernails
(Black! of course)
And on the edges of the cunt
Grew little teeth!
The clitoris, that great sphinx, opened its eye:
So many blind years, acting Oedipus
So many blind years, acting Oedipus
Meanwhile, the vocal cords were listening
For the wind, the wind howling!
The wind howl, howl
Howling
Whispering a familiar language of breath
Secret tales for them to learn
Then from my veins came a strange itching
And I felt a pull through the shoulder blades
I should have seen it coming!
Huh, the blood was itching!
And etched a hole at the nape of the neck
And it flew out into the night
Like a long, red ribbon to the sky!
Into the sky
And up we went, blood and I, spread over the city
The dark sky lay against my skin
So close
Like an eyelid
Like an eyelid
Like an eyelid
Like an eyelid
Like an eyelid
Like an eye—