...but I still find cracks in this thin crust small stains of paint that's been spilled children awake out of sawdust wrapped in a black-spotted film as I try peeling it strikes me ('cause still some things come from within): the feeling of being human from wearing animal skin
done up to dive into tar sands you are thrown back on your arms muscles that tense as you wring hands because you're built to do harm and when you cut loose from their fear march the pounding paws of your kin there will be no way to feel human outside your animal skin
