Here in the dark, there’s so much I can’t see.
But I know enough.
Each bush, each knee-deep stream
Here I make my way around to the far unknown,
Eyes on fire, hands on fire-
Heart on fire.
I stalk (quietly) through the epileptic night.
Each raven flutters shutters their way out
Through neon memories and happy memories
The night kisses the crowns of our heads goodnight
She never closes my eyes, only opens the flood gate to my mind.
Lover, serenade me to sleep with the lullaby.
I had a thought of leaving,
Fluttering the shutters on my way out.
I will see through opaque bodies and foretell their sins,
Count them down with my fingers
and watch them draw their knives.
I will open my eyes to anyone but myself.
And once I have reached land’s end,
I would do anything to turn back the hands of the shattered clock,
Draw the bullet back into the chamber,
Breathe the anger back in and keep it shut in my eyes.
Let the tears flow and the words spill all over the floor.
But I am left with nothing but the path to tread ahead.