All Aboard the S.S. Lazy Boy, your T.V. tray frames your World,
And the Wires snake every which way, Electric Blanket choking you.
Like a caterpillar wasteland on the Shag-rug carpet, Down there
Trinkets you could never find, Enough Metal to Transmit a Radio Broadcast
What kinds of creatures dwell in the dusty corners?
How many cobwebs does it take to frame a home?
We’ll never, never see the boldness of recovery,
Until the demon leaves the Hold.