I won't ask permission while holding the feeling, that shadowy half-light
Those organs that swallow make movements, i'm alright
In curtainous chambers invisibly threading figures for fretting what's foolish
Forgetting
I talk about you
Do you talk about me?
I won't ask permission while holding the feeling, that harrowing signal
Those muscles that gesture make shapes, form a circle
In tending to losses with meaningless movements
I'll make like a stranger whose secrets have long limbs
And reach for a feather, some pillowy sunbeam
To keep us together, to bind us in one dream
But i'll go without you
Will you go without me?
If you find me out, do with me as you would a mirror
Wet with doubt that its surface could render things clearer
This burning house, its hands in a problem's been playing out
Since the age of eleven