Deduct to gain The world on your Shoulder, crick neck Bail out the boat It's going up River foundry Chunks of frozen Death on the current Developing a death wish For the ones in the boat Us, so to speak Ready to become history Unless the causes can become reasons And time can build a bridge To the narrator's house Where we might ask for Giveness four sin space Inner thought machines Run too hot too long As desire wells up The bucket's holes run wet And purpose became a luxury Not worth the price of a sliver Pulled out by two unwilling fingers