Audrey Horne

Between what is and what ought to be
Mercury is a radiograph and
Always waiting
A match
It strikes to burn
The preface to the end
The shortest route is the only route
What strange ground this is

Between what is and what ought to be
Mercury is a radiograph and always waiting

What are you sound
Where are you going now

Like the hard of life
I'm burning burning

Like the prefix and the suffix
There is a before and an after
And it is not here nor there

Between what is and what ought to be
Mercury in a thermometer
And something's always aching

What are you sound
And where are you going now

Like the hard line of life
I'm sitting waiting
You found the glyph and
And I ran with it and

Stasis is an exit
Is an exit
Is a sliding into place
Or two bells that
Chime in tune