Lyric Sefronia -- After Asklepiades After Kafka

Sefronia shook the black cat s bone at me
And I was only wax in the spell of fire
Oh my coal black sister,
When black coal burns it ripens
She pried the whip out of her master s hand
And lashed at her own skin
So she d be master, how could she know
This was just a dream born,
Of a new knot in the bullwhip