It's a starving reflection if he dies in the night
Listening to the increase
It cuts out your likeness in blood circulations
Suspended beneath a release
A low volume force feed lower than pity
Slips across under the heart
And your hostage rewinding from every eclipse
Rolls in the voltage, run-off rain on his lips

We chew up the blackness to some high sleep
Travel a faster silence
One to go long again
In the going, gone again
Full stare passages striking less face
Outside on the move a shattered heart pace
Greases the fade; sinking the blood back
Breaking to where loaded icons wade

Eyesides catch far awake
In a cold sanctuary
Pain sonics eternities
All through the moves
A first communication
Tears loose undelivered
And swims unassigned
In your dimmed latitudes
And the heat from the shore
Melts down to recieve us
Floodlit foreheads
Howled open and so nearly blessed
As they soften round dog-joys
Of unfinished strangers
Rubbed out on a point
Afterburning