The prehistoric goal

I am the prehistoric goal
I am the prehistoric goal
old age is cleared to be my soul
make your hoarse hairstyle virginal.

Chewing all the floors
the first time you saw me and I fell
pleaded this meeting
the first time you saw me and I fell
chewing all the gifts
from your woolly sleep
birds will sing
chewing their wings until we fly.

I am the prehistoric goal
I am the prehistoric goal
old age is cleared to be my soul
make your hoarse hairstyle virginal
I am the prehistoric goal
I am the prehistoric goal
forgives debts for a cleared soul
make your hairstyle hoarse.

The sound of the anthem of voices
pours out of your sleep
all those voices out have
all that you give voice
here very close
there are so quiet
eyes speak so clever
every sound is my breath.

I am the prehistoric goal
I am the prehistoric goal
old age is cleared to be my soul
makes your hoarse hairstyle virginal
I am the prehistoric goal
I am the prehistoric goal
forgives debt for a cleared soul
makes your hairstyle hoarse.

Raw, raw, raw ruin.
Raw, raw, raw ruin. 

Raw, raw, raw ruin-ruin-ruin-ruin.

The sound cracks every floor – lifts us like this
the sound picks drops from your hair – 
stands gaping and gaping from the top floor and your duvet
practices being a duvet
yes, practices just being a duvet.

The sound cascades from rocks
rides on each voice
is itself its own question
cascades over frozen targets
cascades through fog
such is the sound you hear
even eyes grab and grab our em.

I am the prehistoric goal
I am the prehistoric goal
old age is cleared to be my soul
make your hoarse hairstyle virginal
I am the prehistoric goal
I am the prehistoric goal
forgives debt for a cleared soul
makes your hairstyle hoarse
makes your hoarse hairstyle virginal
I am the prehistoric goal
I am the prehistoric goal
old age is cleared to be my soul
makes your hairstyle hoarse  

like a regrown hymen.