I am the guardian of green hell
with a wilder and wilder mask
the domain of sad kisses with twin lit ideas
failing at a wall of slime that is over the world

feinting at it with bravery, then with semblance
to gather up the waterfall with wild hands with covered hands
to mail it through the mountain on rails
that killed electric fed wet prisoners of the future

the panic of light ricochets through my chest
tornadoes of iris well up in my canker of a beast
thrills of severed springs hung frozen in volcanic sky
over the forced sanctity of the disintegrated towns

I am the guardian of green hell
glooming around with a stifled lightyear
mask fiercer and fiercer