The tracks won't break
The tracks won't break
Soft fingertips are not the correct tool for the job;
Bleed quickly, nails peel back, ineffectual
When the dark comes, will our sparks converge or sputter out - blind in the absence of illuminating amalgam?
Beyond the steel lines, the air is ink
One cannot swim, cannot see
One can only drown...
Afraid, weak
Hold on to each other
Take my hand
Coalesce