we sit, a black bird line.
hollow eyes, skin aglow.
inapt otherwise--
but
communion comes with the ground.

the great divide lies in the red sky,
oh

and the deep blue-- still violet combined.

under a street light,
burning our cowed rejection
in the

sallow, supple ground.

oh i felt the wind this night,
it carries on,
carried the fresh arrest--the kill; a potpourri of iron and wine.
living is fine, its fine i guess,

i might as well.

oh and the church bells,
august angst,
boiled over crystal wells of blue eyes,
my heart beat mirrors the cascading fountain swells, and
i know that this might, this might be pretend.

we settled the same fate, oh honesty can beware.
we trudged through the same place, the same place sunshine carries in the air.
we settled the same fate, the same face, the expressions that they wear.

oh salvable twilight!
your pitch in the dusk is smothering, smothering sound.
that you just might lean into the currents and start to follow me,
follow me down

as we sit on a black bird line
with hollow eyes, skin aglow,
perhaps inapt otherwise
but beneath a red sky
we're a
pallid light, a pallid light
for now,
we're beautiful
tonight,
we're
doomed,
yet fair lady you found out,

we're nothing
but


confused.