i touch my hands what's that!

I'm dying I'm dead

My fingers tremble in scripture  of the following lines,

I dwell in the abscissian abyss But I know of the ordinate above zero

I took a walk by the wayside shore The heaves pulled me Waves formed gravity

pisces where are you? where are you?

I was okay.  I was okay.  I was okay.

it seems into no man's land you've dipped your blood at last

i heard that bauxite is hard to crush but not replicate