Merge, a vessel, a harbour
A perfect union
Of gift and reception

Each an eye
On the same face


Loss and gain
Fly into the mouth of the ground
Six feet under

Thanks to some failure
Fly into the mouth of the ground
Six feet under


One for the light
One for the dark

Taste each other
For a moment, then goodbye
Hold her eyes

Share the same air
Oh lay it down
Oh lay it bare


I'm speechless
Naked as a fiery sunset

Eternal but fleeting
Destroyed not complete
A perfect cacophony

Rising like vapour
Solid and liquid
Awkward and trapping

Stolen but paid for

Legs and knees and ankles and toes

When it burns an old enemy flows
Legs and knees and ankles and toes
When it burns an old enemy flows


Gathered and strewn
From this altitude

To some other moon
Wearing false armour
And useless shields

Failed to exist

Crying out into the streets

They are always prepared for the cries
Prepared for the worst
Crying out loud but the noise is absorbed

They are transfixed but untransformed

Stop accommodating echoes

Into these hard-pressed streets
Into these well-traveled streets
Into these hard-pressed streets