Scald Scar of Water - Altar of Plagues

Cut and crossed over

Appearing and keeping hold

Let you see and touch

Before it is struck and taken

After the first movement

It comes forward in a revelation

It is scorched, bitter

Structures of movement escape

And change into something

Removed from nothing

Rattled by and by

As if someone was right

Drawn and downed

Indifference stands

But a light from deep

It glows

They must have seen it too

Rattled