Suture [outro]

Asleep, suspension fluid
Runs out of my cracked pod
Runs out across the floor
Spilled dream, indigo inky
Swimming with liquid memories
Swimming out past my nictating membranes
Swimming out into the overcrowded world
The curtains surround with daybreak
And there are pigs floating over Battersea Power Station
Aloof of mites on the dusky horizon
The moon looked down one night and laughed so hard
The scales fell from his eyes
And from then on the moon looked down and cried