Merge, a Vessel, a Harbour

Merge, a vessel, a harbour
A perfect union of gift and reception
Each an eye on the same face

Loss and gain fly into the mouth of the ground
Six feet under, thanks to some failure
Fly into the mouth of the ground, six feet under

One for the night, one for the dark
Taste each other for a moment, then goodbye
Hold her eyes, share the same air
Oh lay it down
Oh lay it bare

Speechless, naked as a fiery sunset
You turn, not fleeting
Destroyed, not complete
Perfect cacophony
Rising like vapour
Solid and liquid
Awkward and trapping
Stolen but paid for

Legs and knees and ankles and toes
When it burns, an old enemy flows
Legs and knees and ankles and toes
When it burns, an old enemy flows

Gathered and strewn
From this altitude to some other moon
Wearing false armour and useless shields
Failed to exist

Crying out and into the streets
They are always prepared for the cries
Prepared for the worst
Crying out loud at the untold
They are transfixed but not transformed

Stop acommodating echoes
Into these hard-pressed streets
Into these well-travelled streets
Into these hard-pressed streets