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-
-on 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 receive us;
Floodlit foreheads
Howled open and so nearly blessed
As they soften round dog-joys
Of unfinished strangers
Rubbed out on a point
Afterburning