[the tale begins as our frustrated and disillusioned protagonist leaves his neighborhood in search of nature and desperate for change. while in a wooded area, he comes across a strange hollow opening into a large oak tree, and steps inside to find a portal leading below. without much thought, he hops in, and thus begins our journey...] mother said to pack a joke and pack a punchline / pack a punch and pick a pack of munchies for lunchtime / never pick a pack of smokes, never pick a pack of bad blokes / by admission didn't listen and my youth was soon missin’ / i was misled, jaded, traded spellunkin’ and studies / for gettin faded in a stupor, parading with drunken buddies / a fuddy duddy till i reached my late twenties / went from stalemate to checkmate / holy grails & breastplates / fascinated with fantasy from a young age / borderline delusional, fancied myself a young mage / i always said ‘someday i'll run away,’ till one day / i started on a round trip, which ended up a one-way / i left the hood, walked into the woods feelin' rotten / stumbled upon the portal to a place long forgotten / a hole within a giant oak tree, so i got in / plus a hole inside the tree's bottom, so i dropped in! {{{dropping sound}}} i floated down slowly for what seemed to be eternity / returning wouldn't likely be an option, it occurred to me / gasped for breath urgently, the air felt electric / took a second to adjust, like calculatin’ stuff in metric / gradually i felt my body twirl & turn vertical / pages from ancient books, whirled about liturgical / ever so lightly, feet touched upon ground / i looked around, the rustle of paper the only sound / my unbelieving eyes began surveying my surroundings / the scope of what i started to purvey was astounding! / in the base of the hollowed tree i saw a small doorway / which opened to a foyér, before a long hallway / i walked along its length, my strength now returning / came upon an otherworldly library of learning / i thought i was AllOne, but then a man in a robe / stepped toward me from the shadows with an hourglass & globe... i felt madder than a hatter, madder than a march hare / mater fact it made me mad that he was glad at my despair / i saw red, like a matador's gore matted hair / when he said "matter doesn't matter like it mattered over there!" / he held the globe before the orbs of my eyes and they rolled / to see the object of the world transform into a scroll / he cast the hourglass aside, and as it shattered on the marble / said "time is but illusion!" in his grumpy old garble / the grains of the hourglass sand then returned to his hand / in the form of newborn man / "behold, it is you in control your soul / and into thy destiny the best of thee fold." / from form into formlessness poured into a mold / change names, as alchemist's base into gold / i felt a mystical flash of inspiration crystal clear / without the slightest hesitation i proclaimed "Disipia!"

[having received his new name, Disipia now learns a bit about his true purpose and untapped potential from the mysterious robed man. he hears of the 'Dragon Man' for the first time, and he also receives a special enchantment, inspiring him try out his magic for the first time.] my new name now decided, the robed man chided / "listen here, Disipia, you have a gift, but must hide it / lest ye cometh into peril, being lost and misguided / neither man of understanding, nor of pedigree knighted / ‘tis a trial and to survive it, ye must surely know pain / the laws thus being abided, ye shall surely know fame / seek the true way always, always mean what you say / become one with the eternal light of blue-hued flame / base metals whence placed within alembic must boil / 'tis a battle of the spirit, persevere through your toil / where the dragon man stands lies the plan you must foil / and to the heartiest of victors go the richest of spoils / now... there may be plenty of weapons thou mayest swing / but know the sharpest blade of all you'll find is forged from within / whether cudgel or bow, battleaxe or a sword / they all pale before mental might & magical wards / listen to these unminced words and harken to the minstrel / which flow like witches’ mensturals over these instrumentals / transmitted live from the mind behind my temples / simple for the simpletons, complex for the veterans / the better man is he who best weathers the storm / cleverest born is never tethered, neither measures the norm / the wise man with his treasure in his hand gives on / and never mourns what never dies, the third eye lives on / your illumination rests heavy on rumination / die to life, and be exhumed from doom to superhuman nature / lookin’ in the mirror one fine day to find / your own reflection saw you comin’ from a mile away, so shine away! i nodded in agreement.... finding his advice to be strategic / of the soundest intellect, collegiate, heed it / the teacher leader, myself the student did follow / gave the best advice offered since i fell into this hollow / no need to show the world the pearls that i had hidden within / until the moment i was ready for my work to begin / using an unsure grip i held before him my wand / and said "i never wielded one of these before, word is bond!" / "rest assured, you'll do fine, if your intentions are pure, / being of sane and sound mind the journey you will endure." / and with a gesture something extra toward my wand he endowed / and said "hold it up before thee, try using it now..." / so i did as he commanded, slowly lifted the stick / and with the quickest nervous twitch, my wrist gave it a flick / there was a moment filled with silence, as the seconds combined / i realized the world around me now was frozen in time! / listen to these unminced words and harken to the minstrel / which flow like witches’ mensturals over these instrumentals / transmitted live from the mind behind my temples / simple for the simpletons, complex for the veterans / the better man is he who best weathers the storm / cleverest born is never tethered, nether measures the norm / the wise man with his treasure in his hand gives on / and never mourns what never dies, the third eye lives on / your illumination rests heavy on rumination / die to life, and be exhumed from doom to superhuman nature / lookin’ in the mirror one fine day to find / your own reflection saw you comin from a mile away, so shine away!

[Disipia, feeling more powerful now than he ever did in the world above, begins testing his powers and magic abilities, only to find he's not the only one capable of magic down here...] I strollin’ by the swans in the pond, word is bond / got my magic wand bout to get my motherfuckin’ magic on! / flossin’ cold, point it at a mossy knoll, it evaporates / suddenly an agitated bossy troll / appears, comes near, gesticulating at my person / fervently cursin’, his outburst quickly worsened / apparently the grassy knoll, was used for growin' herbs, man / i'll bring it back, just practicing, rehearsin, little herbsman! / and with a little wiggle of my holly wand / the hill reappeared in the clear, and along with it, my folly gone / the little troll wasn't old, but judged wise / when he surmised my magic level being higher than the skies / he gave a nod and wink, i thought it odd when he blinked / spun a circle and disintegrated in a cloud of pink / the residue of dust plumes and must fumes did swirl / and i assumed this mini man must’ve knew a few pearls adventure is good and adventure is fine / but suspended in time's no adventure of mine / if time equals money, come spend some of mine / the weather's just fine, you may enter my mind / admission is free, complimentary fine / you're welcome, you're welcome to venture in mine / just stay in the lane you'll find penciled in lines / at the end you'll find death, did i mention the signs? II a while later on my journey of the day / took an ill advised turn and soon enough i couldn't find the way / ...my voice resounded "confound it & drat!" / i'd give my left crystal ball, for a crust of bread & a nightcap / i was mighty parched, hadn't had a cuppa since the ides of march / nothing edible in sight, nary a side of starch! / it's worth noting undergoing this little fast / for posterity's austerity's something i'd rather look past / in the grand scheme of things, man dreams of things grander / and self-denial is the trap door before grandeur / that being said, and seeing red, i was hangry / hang me and call me dangly dangbabbit / for being fed, whether sweet, savory or tangy / a rough man gangly did approach me like a ghost from the brambles rather tangly / reeking of piss and gangrene, meandering gait / betrayed illuminated eyes, behold this clever mate levitate! adventure is good and adventure is fine / but suspended in time's no adventure of mine / if time equals money, come spend some of mine / the weather's just fine, you may enter my mind / admission is free, complimentary fine / you're welcome, you're welcome to venture in mine / just stay in the lane you'll find penciled in lines / at the end you'll find death, did i mention the signs? III upon his touchdown he greeted me fast / complete with sweetness of demeanor and delirious laugh / his breath was rancid, and to face it was a serious task / his logic spurious, he ought have sought a cure in the past / it made me furious, he hadn't thought it purely of class / i mean surely the smell was burly & his pearlies were crass / he embodied each & every sort of horror i dreamed / combining rigor mortis with poorest sort of oral hygiene / suddenly he reached my person with a squeeze of gas breeze / it was as if he had retained a year of meat & ass cheese / reached in his bag-o-tricks, i felt the elements shift / fingertip to his cap, with a benevolent tip / breath malevolent, i'd love to slip a velomint quick / i think a gentleman should never smell like elephant shit / i extended salutations, though at first i was taciturn / discerned his stankin' azz was half man and half pachyderm!

[continuing onward, and following his inner direction, he receives a vision in the sky, in the from of his long-departed grandmother. now reunited in this realm, she's able to impart some loving words and sound advice for the journey ahead.] with haste, I made way from the place / left the pachyderm man, there to stand in a pile of his waste / the miles I chased on my journey with a my smile on my face / at a pace that never compromised my style or my grace / a random stumble kept me humble when i tarried too proud / and when i tired, felt the universe would carry me out / suddenly an old familiar face appeared in a cloud / the voice speaking was my gramdmother's, clearly and loud / hear me out, my little dear one, you're near to me now / your feet are treading up in heaven, what appears to be ground / is only there for the convenience of appearance and shroud / but never let fear, worry or doubt weary you out / and if life is but a dream, it seems you're walkin’ in mine / my little wizard came to visit just to talk for a time / sit a spell, and while we're speaking of spells, you oughta know / about the powers you're attaining as you change and you grow! "what lays, before you, is ra-ther bleak." / a thing, of which, i'd rather not speak / but to know thyself is to know thy predicament / and what you must do to approach it magnificent / before you arrived i received a transmission / your mission presented in ethereal vision / wisdom applied with efficient precision / will turn difficult wicked foes into victims / wand in your hand, and your word as the bond you command / the meek shall inherit the land / this moment together is only the calm on a pond, as it warns of an overdue storm / and over you i fawned since the day you were born / and i'd say to your mom, he won't stay with us long / your presence was requested in an alternate dimension / your mother, then puzzled, chalked it up to dementia life can be hard, whether above or below / and your bright sunny day is another's cold snow / the flip side of comic is tragic / you'll see for yourself through the magic of the emerald tablets / some loves will break your heart in half / take a part of it and run towards the sun, and while you cry they'll laugh / some friends will turn their back on a friend whose heart cracks / a burn in fact from which there's no turnin’ back / but a friend both in word and in deed / to a friend who's in need proves to be a true friend indeed / keep those you have chosen ever close to your council / carry caution by the pound and your trust by the ounce full / and think of it not so much your grandmother died / as she came ahead to greet you here on the other side / we'll reunite one day, you'll return again to me / and though you can't put your arms around a memory, remember me...

[lost within a forest, and feeling lost within himself, Dispia arrives at a clearing in the wood, and beholds a sword circling within a lake of boiling water. the hand holding it rises up, and he comes face to face with a bone-chilling apparition. the ancient soul holding the sword eventually hands it over to Disipia, proclaiming the blade's name to be Shivermist. with this new addition to his growing arsenal of powerful magical implements, our protagonist takes heart, and finds his way back onto the right path once more, eager to seek out the Dragon man with renewed vigor.] midway upon the journey of life / i find myself surrounded by compounding downers, mental drowning in strife / i had common cents, loose change, squandered it / played the fool, made mistakes, paid for in advance, too late to ponder it / the wonders that i flaunted, like an undead hero / no wonder why i'm haunted by an underfed ego / it's unbelievable, i should've weebled when i wobbled / evil sacked me at the ankles, frankly just to leave me hobbled / just to see me humbled rather, lather my hope with lye soap / this soap opera ode to that fat lady's high notes / the light at my wand's tip is virtually extinguished / spell's broken like english, egg-yolked face, joke's finished / now i try to plow forward, mind clouded by doubt / the tree swallowed me down here, now fear hollows me out / the wizard never warned me of this perilous fact / spiritual armor cracks, upended, unattended and under attack / i came upon a clearing in the forest that gave way / to boiling lake of fire, wand in grip, i made my way / beheld a sword close to the center, as it circled like a shark fin / the blade forged of orichalcum darkened as i harkened / suddenly the hand that held the sword appeared from underwater / and a soul arose bone dry, an apparition sorta / he drew a deep breath, released a long sigh / and began the following discourse, borderline diatribe / "long indeed i've tarried 'neath these murky depths, mind you / knowing you'd eventually find me, and thus i'd find you / but alas, it seems you need to find yourself & sense of purpose / the stench of pride doth reek upon you, vanity is worthless / realign with the divine, the source from whence you first were issued / and muse not upon the ruse, only to lose the muse that kissed you / now prithee come hither, rather than wither within your bitterness / receive the sword i offer thee, the legendary shivermist!” i took grasp upon the hilt of the sword, ready / to compensate for added weight, but found it most unheavy / i felt an strong bond, like the one unto my wand / as if the handle held my hand, and as i handled it, was calm / word is bond, it was a thing to behold / the stuff of legends manifest in the flesh, sung by troubadours when retold / three fold blessings, emanated from the sword's aura / the raised blade glistened, it flayed the air, hissin / nature sprung to life, as the everglades listened / i gave praise & prayed "may you slay my wicked victims!" / as if it understood the meaning of my plea / the sword tilted at the hilt and bowed to me, with this decree / "behold i am empowered by a multitude of energies / astral cherubims and master seraphim in synergy / know that thou art blessed, fortune favors thy just cause / now reckon with thy past, and trust in love as the just law!”

[while on the path, Disipia recalls the loss of his infant daughter, and takes a moment to offer up a loving prayer up to her memory.] [rest in peace, Sage Kasyan, 11/19/16] lost souls, they tend to float in the past / they tend to wander like the wind from a sail, or from a flag, hung at half mast / half past forever and a day, and whatever they say, we'll always be tethered together in a way / every other day i'm cast out to sea / Disipia all but thrown overboard, lord, why must it be me / imploding underneath the undertow, about to throw the towel / your breath is filling up my lungs, i'm towed ashore somehow / pray for a glorious payday, when this insistent mayday misery is just the dust of distant history / you're rubber to my glue so when it sticks to me / the million little pieces that i miss in me, leave me feeling differently / if you can call it feeling at all, i seem tall as a tower / till made small by the crashing meteor shower / you're feeding me now, nourishment returns through the umbilical / can't raise you, but you can raise me with a little miracle / you arrived without so much as a sound / delivered joy to my heart, like a ray of light partin’ the clouds / you're departed somehow, but still a part of me now / finished what you started, mission accomplished, the final bow / within the physical realm, garden of earthly delights / you arrived on the wind, till angel wings took flight / i'll book passage soon enough, then i can finally behold you / whisper all the sentiments i meant to say, but never told you / body is a temple, feels like mine's demolished i bet / we connect in dreams, the only form of solace i get / i never have much to say, figure you’ve heard the whole story / words never serve a purpose when in purgatory / not you but me, i'm out of place, yet carry the load / extraterrestrial, no home in your celestial abode / at least for now, i'll bide my time, lingering within limbo / amid those, who hold flames alight for their kinfolk / you appear as a small orb before be, which i swallow / down the hollows of my being, now you you lead & i’ll follow / we share eternity, face to face some day we'll get to be / till then my little dove, just know i love you and i set you free.

[our protagonist decides to take 'a long walk off a short pier,' and discovers a secret and amazing underwater world, not to mention some eccentric aquatic dwellers waiting way down, deep within the watery depths...] today i held my breath, and took a long a walk off a short pier / bubbles up my nostrils caused a chortle as i disappeared / underwater, needless to say fully submerged / searching for a friend fervently, thus work and play merge / not a vapid mission, to be sure / a pure apparition out of nowhere approached & spoke said you bastard, listen! / i wear the crown down here, and call me self assured / but if you're happy out to sea, why pull youself ashore?! / just then a character approached, bejewled broach & satin ascot / said pardon the indiscretion from my jackass mascot / i acquiesce at best this is no favorable impression / let us begin again, surely you have some pressing questions / "well if you have a fin, does that make your lineage part Finnish? / very much to my chagrin, he scolded "are you quite finished?!" / the grave matter at hand is the grey matter in man / not taken for granted, makes a newfangled catamaran!"/ i karate chopped his nü wave and almost shattered my hand / my bars hit, like barbiturates, or battering rams / not braggadocio, but fo’ sho, i graduated at the class top / plus i percolate a flow, with prose good down to the last drop / for an oceanic virgin sea urchin, i seemed urban / from a crevice in the coral face, a dorsal fin emergin / attached to the back of a crabby claw handed aquatic man / he stood 12 ft tall, it's the Atlantean BARbarian! / welcome to my humble underwater domain / though not as humble as your bum chain and bumbling brain / i’m only teasing, as a means to keep your temperature from freezing / now that i got your blood boiling, know i’m only cheesin’ / if you care to follow me, then kindly paddle this way / display your breast stroke, and here’s a respirator, should your breath choke / i’d find it silly, to be killed for lack of gills / that mother nature is a hater, so cold yet no chill / i wonder have you ever seen such a splendid aquatic scene? / underwater life provides infinite fodder for dreams / from microscopic to majestic, from larvae to king / trillions of hidden forms of life, and i’m their father supreme / a step or two above neptune, my trident is golden / got these iced-out tips within in the grip that i’m holdin’ / emboldened as a youth, the stories told by those who would tattle / of when i called Poseidon pussy, and crab-slapped him in battle / you’ll have to pardon my impressive poise, in flexing my exploits / plus my many tentacles do tend to double as sex toys / i’ve prattled on for too long to further journey these depths / now rise, unless you fancy death, per chance to go without breath! and there you have it, a touch of magic from the joker braggarts / underwater cloak and dagger, gentlemen who soak in swagger / bound to get you open like a overflowed & bloated bladder / son of a water gun, to know me is to know my dadda / killing is my business, corporate climbin’, most just hold the ladder / my words and balls, you get to know the first and hold the latter / stay afloat upon this oceanic flow of data / farcical aquatic ceremony's over, close the chapter.

[Disipia now comes across an area he can only best describe as 'the dark place.' its a hot and hellish place to be sure, making it the perfect place to catch his first gimpse of the dreaded Dragon Man...] i made my way through the dark place at a calculated smart pace / searching for a sign, or a marked space / my charred face skin singed from continual ash / the air down here infused with a residual gas / it was a bit much, as far decor and a warm ambience / residents delivered to the coroner via ambulance / it's hard to live and exist, in perpetual harmony / feeling so ornery, everybody out to harm or warnin' me / nevertheless i press forward, like stormin normandy / press the flesh with death, like a gesture performed normally / i came upon a clearing in the burning wood forest / a fortress stood before me, a cliff's edge stood before it / around me prying eyes spying, knee height at the shortest / "know the ledge!" resounded the wood elves in good chorus / a tumble from the precipice, the recipe for a head crack / oh to reach the edifice with a jet pack, such a setback / took a few measured steps back, my inner voice said "get back!" / didn't want to roll the dice with my life, i took my bet back / no medevac, i sighed relief, some breathing got my breath back / when gleaming the horizon's crest, a demon dressed in red & black / made his way gracefully, navigating air streams tastefully / touched down across the way & turned his face to me / he seemed familiar in a venemous way / a certain twinkle of the eye, appeared like mirrors of grey / i heard him say....

[at last, Disipia finds himself face to face with his own duality, via the fabled Dragon Man. a showdown ensues, the likes of which we must all undergo eventually.] you've travelled many miles, just to face me now / pounded gravel, and unraveled many tasty styles / if it's battle of the wits that you wish, then so be it / don't be a bitch, and if you feel different, i don't see it / behold the devil's pedigree, the only way to best me is to better me, man of letters? better be the letter V / for Vanquished by a Vendetta, wickedly / with wittiness & wizardry really just to Vouchsafe your Victory / i'm... sick with the flow, it's really borderline miracle / sick with the flow, it's nearly borderline venereal / the way i caress the muse is right next to sexual / you're left to test test tubes for residue, deese testicles / aha! caught you lackin’ on the path walkin backwards / spells lackin’ action, really just talkin’ back words / trapped within the dark side of xanadu, you sack-a-poo / black and blues, by the man in black, the rap whackadoo / crack a witch's brew if you must, guzzle a bottle / puzzle over how to muster just a touch of bravado / follow the leader, off the edge of a cliff, leaping lemur / little premie graduated, it seems, to teen dreamer / from your teens into your twenties you were hungry, no longer / on the other side of thirty, you're weak, i grow stronger / does your untimely demise define surprise / just because it has arrived in a reflective disguise?! hey now, a part of me acknowledges you're partially true / if you're a part of me, then pardon if i'm partial to you / in the sense that you’re defeatable, deflateable / your argument's debatable, of little consequence since we're relatable / strangers, with strange & interchangeable behaviors / you embody me, so martyr me, i'll still remain the savior / and there the outer me goes, attackin’ my sub-conscious / a shouting match, ego versus lack of self-confidence / i sized him up judiciously, with caution my guide / surely his hardened up exterior would soften inside / i felt the blood tides rising, like a geyser to the brim / swallowed my pride, until i vomited the fire within / i said "your skin may be scaly, the chin beneath your wicked grin hairy / but are you really scary? not really! / your more facade than god, sportin’ that mask and cape / hide ya pussy face, i guess the curtains match the drapes? / at my last supper you'd pass the plate, judas iscariot / hatchet to bury, carried on my back for your fate / i’m set to give you this work, jerk, smirkin’, check your smile / i'll wreck your style, leave your rectum defiled, irreconciled / like the differences between us, foul gobbler of penis / sip a goblet full of giant's nut, garnished with witches weenis / for the squeamish it's not, all that jealousy within thee's unbecoming / got your color turning greener than pot! hey now, a part of me acknowledges you're partially true / if you're a part of me, then pardon if i'm partial to you / in the sense that you’re defeatable, deflateable / your argument's debatable, of little consequence since we're relatable / strangers, with strange & interchangeable behaviors / you embody me, so martyr me, i'll still remain the savior / and there the outer me goes, attackin’ my sub-conscious / a shouting match, ego versus lack of self-confidence / we charged hard towards each other, with the air as our ground / and in the middle we collided, without making a sound / my sword and wand were now gone, as if they never were there / i guess their purpose was to serve as courage nurturers, fair / it didn't matter as i felt my being shatter in shards / slicing the dragon man to ribbons through his armor and guard / and then the strangest thing happened, though predictably so / the little pieces of our beings merged, continual flow / friend or foe, were now but relative terms between the two of us / it's ludicrous, i know, the only question now is who to trust? / good or bad, yin or yang, night or day, black or white / a tight spot, like choosing either afterlife, or back to life / i knew not what to make of it, slice of life served up / life can throw a pretty mean curve, yup, werd up! / i was grateful for the victory, and not to sound thankless / to be frank i felt anguish that my foe was never vanquished / so much as added onto my Disipia persona / what's trippier than missing home? missing the inner loner / incipient confusion now creeped in / this would-be recipient of resolution beleaguered to seep in / meek as the sheep skin, masquerading lupine / i shuffled down the cliffs edge, one body of two minds / made my way gingerly up to the castle door / unaware of what i'd find there, awaiting in store / it's time to face my fate, i'm sure of it.

[realizing his adventure is at an end, Disipia leaves this newfound domain, returning to his previous world with an air of resignation and acceptance. everybody has to reckon with their own life's burden, and sometimes resolution can be found dangling at the end of a rope...] i stepped through the doorway / like i'd step into a fan when the shit hits and feel the manure spray / this new life was rough, probably due to my old ways / a wise man said all that glitters is gold-plate / my own fate sealed from the moment my soul wakes / one trick pony runnin’ after that old bait / the dangled carrot tied to a stick has gone rotten / Father Time hiccups his ticks, but stopped tockin’ / lives are never saved, they're prolonged, maybe at best / i'm here a short while, a short smile, then lay me to rest / a wise man once said "man can hardly survive / long enough to see, nobody gets out of this life alive / within these walls, along the halls, a million picture perfect moments / the human mind likes to shed divine light on it / and only when the past can be cast under the bright lights own it / capture the rapture and clone it memories framed along the corridors adorn / still bored of it all, yawn, i saw it all before / the same old long song, but drawn out longer / each and every time i try to sing along, it rings wronger / through the wringer i go, as time's seemin' to fly / every second is a lethal weapon, bleedin’ me dry / every room, another chapter of my life contained / not meaning physical, it's difficult to try and explain / everybody that i loved in the past, i ran past that / now back in the past via passed-away flashback / acid-washed memories, stones through glass houses / stained-glass, the pain passed, with prismatic loudness / whispers in a riot, tempest tossed on the inside / inner child heart-cave, where withered old men hide / and whether or not, you're clever you'll get got / and on the end, you can depend, try to forget it or not i made peace with the truth, and manufactured a truce / made a pact with the man in black who fractured my youth / the grim reaper, as matter of fact, when his blade swings / you're guaranteed a close shave, with no safe haven / save for heaven, home of the 7 7 7 / return to the well spring, this hell thing's severed / my bretheren, angelic the choir on high beckoning / my presence is required in essence at my reckoning / the hour had arrived to return what joe borrowed / i ascended up the spiral staircase with no sorrow / at the top of the stairs, i floated up the tree's hollow / no foul & no loss, a life's cost is tomorrow / my soul eased back into a body left danglin’ / on the morning i decided i would leave the world hangin’ / my soul eased back into a body left danglin’ / on the morning i decided i would leave the world hangin’...