Track Five

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 cols sanctuary.

Pain sonics eternities

all through themoves.

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