[i. the good night]

Say goodnight
Once shadow makes one of earth and sky,
When all that I can see left of you is in flashes of light.
You can tell me I’m wrong,
Only don’t use a word when
It cannot be heard,
Once we’ve already lost it to the twilight gleam
And you don’t even know what you really mean….
Turn out the lights.

Tragic treasure
Ensconced in the locket’s clasp,
Fine fingers fiddling ‘round your portrait’s amulet asp.
Don’t let it out loud,
Don’t feed the crowd.
There are some things no one can understand.
Saying, “This can’t be my dream, it’s so obscene!”
When she doesn’t truly know what she really means….
Turn out the lights.

Posturing beneath your shabby brass
With eyes that shine with tears that drown the ghosts of your past.
Are you really smiling there?
Roses in your hair?
Empty death in your eyes?
Who tells the joke for which you’d die?
Midas has touched this land and your memory
And you don’t even know what you truly mean…
Only, turn out the lights.

[ii. the departure of the ecstasy]

This ecstasy is leaving me!
Where do I begin?
Laid up in the tower
With my skeleton growing thin.

The universities glinting,
Angels falling through the cracks;
Wizardry of wonder swept aside by the hand of the hour,
We can’t take who we couldn’t be back:
Angels fallen through the cracks.

The acid endemic to your brain
Has stripped the gates, will devour oceans
Bearing down on my last peregrination
Until I cannot perceive my own motion.

Upon the salient sanguine, stand up before the dawn.
Dying lanterns give themselves up to stars
In the dark heart of the sunrise.
We will all feel so clean
In the morning….
Oh, in the morning.

[iii. eunoe]

Would you be forgiven all your suffering:
By only the intricate clockwork of hearts
We wind ourselves up,
Just to unravel at the part
We’ve folded around us of the cloth
Woven where moments could cross.
Before you release yourself of time,
Take this suffering and
Turn out the lights.