Here lie afterglow, here lie madness,  Alongside a pale descent where longing fingers travel. Map these lands, and render her horizon,  Close in – incomplete – make me completely unravel. Movements is pacing,  Our hearts, cowardly, racing, As engines, as pistons, The sermon, the songs, these Crumbling nerves, Feverishly dancing, with two Spent bodies caked in love. At night I dream in your colors,  The paint peels from my fasade My blues, my greens, your bleeding lips, Dripping through the woodwork, Dripping through my depths. How dreadful is the waking moment, This colourless break of day, Each off-beat office hour I push and pull – and still, You fade away. You drank from puddles,  I keep oceans!