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.

Eye sides catch far awake
In a cols 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