These things I'm building
These are your creations
This is the tower
I am the builder
You are the architect

The arches' golden gilding
The tower clock repetitions
Your art has the power
To be the interpreter
Of my indecipherable dialect

Every word you write simultaneously exists
As a vessel of sugar, milk, poison, or lava
Planted deep inside my body
Under my stomach, resting against my liver
Thinly skinned and fragile enough to break
Any time, filling my insides with your vitriol
Swallowing up my heart
It could happen any time
Without the slightest warning
Filling my heart with your vitriol
It could happen any moment
These vessels of yours, simultaneously existing
As every word you write.