Craven word and stolen glimpse in splintered mirrors hide
wayward motion castrated - in abstractions abide
forever chasing wistless prose for this inane pursuit
never a finger raised in courage or song sung for the mute
Brush stroke precise validation until the night is late
lay me down in a bed of tongues - the safety of debate
sobs muffled by endless palms as psalms fill up the glass
eyes won\'t open all the way, can\'t smell the leaking gas
Stay that hand ferryman, these two coins are for me
I\'ve tried my luck at swimming - the salt can keep the sea
the cutpurse crafts his currency around our callous keep
slay this sour stagnation or send my soul to sleep