it was an inner visionnni saw a row of vixensnni was missionlessnnhaunting mansion's corridorsnnfor little reasonnni saw them freezingnni saw them freezingnnmy women visionnnthey took up spacennthey looked as sculpted prismsnnwas then i kissed themnni felt my heart was missingnnbeatless, i climbed the stairsnni found a child therennshe bathed my bleeding beatingnnmy chest, a fountain streamingnni fought with perspirationnni felt the ground below me breakingnni fell some hundred feet the sculptures i saw fell with menni then fell back to sleepnni then fell back to sleepnnthe ice it came to meltingnnthe women buried mennnn'neath the black dirtnnher hiked up skirtnnmy heart beat-beating 'neath the shirtnnmy heart beating to stay sanennher skin it changed and it changednnher skin it changed and it changednnher skin it changed and changed