prion song

Pray if you like, you can stay the night, hide in a dream. If red is alive... rust on a beam, hanging over the sea. Prions free these, shellfish drowned in steam. Frayed copper wires, a willow in the bath's heat, electrodes sting. If the tape isn't tight... tendons towing the line, hair trigger release. Prions free these, full metal sleeves, cuff-link buttons cut free. Friend of mine, how you've taken shape, Tied! Knead me in, happenstance events, violet hands, Rye! Prion disease, fold me how you see the world, Un-tied!