i can do what the raven does
i can dig yellow roses out of fire
i can train the wind in me
i can see god i can yet sometimes i
turn over stones sometimes i eat dirt

i can overturn the poker table
where the godstone and the other stone
break each others condolence and indolence
in red fire the chips fall

she had an opium smile she hid her face
her wings bent in

the onetime man taught me the cocaine eye
i lost two million eyes before i quit

and the devil-midget
hiding under the gallows
has me acting paranoid

Excellent...