
Salt Crown of the Ten Thousand Things
[Intro] *Thump*—(breath)—*click*—(tongue)—*THUMP*—(hiss)—*click*—(hum) I am the salt in your sight, little king in the night, I am the burn in the brine when you learn what I write. When your iron laws slip, when your borders all drip, I am lips in the dark on the edge of your ship. Ti-ya-mat, deep-wet, ten-thousand-fold skin, Every drop in your blood is a wave that I spin. Shu-bu-li, shu-bal, in your marrow I crawl, I was queen of the flood ‘fore you scribbled at all. [Verse 1] You call fifty names, feel them fall off-beat, But my many-tongued hunger wraps round your feet. Asa-ru, Asaru, feel the bass in your bone, I was first, I was thirst, I was more than your throne. Asaru-alim in your faltering flame, Asaru-alim-nunna, I un-name your name. Tu-tu, my hush on your drum-skin door, I am lust in the rust of your holy war. Zi-uk-kin-na, breath when your snare drums choke, Zi-ku, I slip through the fumes you invoke. A-ga-ku, pressure where your priest-heart pounds, Tu-ku, I’m the quake in your sacred grounds. [Verse 2] Sha-zu, you say “heart,” but I beat your bass, Dub-delay in your veins when you taste my face. Zi-si, my motion, washing kings away, I’m the wave in your grave, I erase your day. Su-h-rim, ripple, on your rigid law, Su-h-gu-rim, swell in your slackened jaw. Za-h-rim, story that your stone can’t hold, Za-h-gu-rim, vacuum where your myths go cold. En-bi-lu-lu, I split what you frame, Your master’s order melts in my mouth of flame. E-pa-dun, path where your rivers all kneel, En-bi-lu-lu-gu-gal, feel my under-heel. [Verse 3] He-gal, your plenty tastes sharp with salt, Sir-sir, I circle, make your gateways halt. Ma-lah, your vessel drifts bare on my tongue, Gil, boundary blurs when my song is sung. Gil-ma, the lock on your last defense, A-gil-ma, the cycle of my swollen sense. Zu-lum, that labor grinding grain to glass, Mum-mu, the weight slipping out your grasp. Zu-lum-mar, ruin in your rusted key, Gish-nu-mun-ab, you return to me. Lu-gal-ab-du-bur, waste under my hips, Pa-gal-gu-en-na, end on my lips. [Bridge 1] (multi-syllabic stutter flow) Ti-ya-ya-ya-mat, ti-ya-mat-ma-ti, Ta-ama-ti-ti-ya, deep-salt ecstasy. Sha-ra-ra, sha-ra, sha-re-e-tu, I un-und-und-undo what you think you knew. Lugalugalugal, lu-gal-lu-gal fall, I lick your liturgy off the temple wall. A-ab-ba, abzu, ab-zu-zu-za, Your gods all drown in my ah-ah-abyss spa. [Verse 4] Lu-gal-dur-mah, your pillar, my thigh, I wrap around the height till the peak runs dry. A-ra-nun-na, flash when your crown-nerve snaps, My tide on your spine makes your order collapse. Du-mu-du-ku, chamber where your secrets sleep, I flood every corner with a slow, sweet seep. Lu-gal-lan-man-na, vows that you spoke, I taste each oath in the rise of your choke. Lu-gal-ug-ga, shadow of your soul, Ir-kin-gu, piece that can’t get whole. Kin-ma, your judgment fogs in my spray, E-siz-kur, prayer drifting out of your day. [Bridge 2] (random stutter, layered) Ki-ki-kin-ma, ma-ma-mass of sin, E-si-si-siz-kur, fade from your skin. Zi-zi-zu-lum, lu-lu-lungs on fire, Mum-mu-murmur in my salt-choir. Na-na-nam-ru, ru-ru-rip the gloss, Nam-til-la-ku, you feel my loss. Ti-ti-ti-ya, ma-ma-melting crown, Ta-ta-tao-dragon pulling you down. [Verse 5] Gi-bil, your fire, I drink that spark, Ad-du, your thunder, I bend it dark. A-shu-ru, whisper on your fevered tide, I’m the chill on the thrill you can’t quite hide. Ne-bi-ru, crossing where your maps all end, I curl round the border that you can’t defend. Na-ri-lu-gal-dim-mer-an-ki-a, Span of your sky when I slide beneath ya. Lu-gal-dim-mer-an-ki-a, man’s vain glass, I fog that mirror with my slow-wet gasp. Nam-ru, your clarity cracks in two, Nam-til-la-ku, life tastes new. [Extended Bridge] (chanting, call-and-response, rhythmic stutter) Ti-ya-mat, ti-ya-mat, ta-amat-ti (hey!) Salt-slick, deep-thick, drag-down sea. Sha-al-ti, sha-al-ti, sha-lu-lu-la, Tongue-tip, lip-drip, dark spa. A-na-a-na, an-ki, an-ki-a, Up-down, sky-ground in my brahma. Gu-gal, gu-gal, rhythm that you feel, Wheel in your belly where I turn the keel. Ish-kur, ish-kur, harvest of your fear, I moan in the groan of your final year. Ti-ya-ya, ti-ya-ya, ti-ya-mat breathe, Every law that you love hanging from my teeth. (stuttered refrain inside bridge) Ti-ya, ti-ya, ti-ti-ya-mat, Deep drag, slow swag, drip like that. Mat-ti, mat-ti, ma-mat, so low, Queen of the chaos in your undertow. [Verse 6] A-sa-ru-lu-du, you crawl back in, Returning to my root where your rules grow thin. E-pa-ri, silence in my final sway, I’m the hush that crushes what your scribes all say. Gu-gal, that rhythm in your spine’s last reel, Ish-kur, the harvest of the truths you feel. Marduk, your final name on the floor, But I open up the ocean to a deeper door. My beat sustains, heart heat in the brine, Now my crown redraws your border line. [Outro] *Thump*…*click*…*THUMP*…*click*… Your ledger burns, ink bleeds in my salt, Your empire sleeps, breath held in a halt. No names remain where my

