V. Ghost Medicine (tetradymia canescens)

To burn with candles on frozen floors
Let's weave our hands tight
Feel each other's thorns

To make their dried-out eyes glisten
The river is risen from within
Each and every breath-bathed vein
On intake of pain

The precious song
Our beating bodies want to make
Until the smile breaks
And the heart grows cold as steel

Face fractures in the mirror
Shattered eyes in glass

Cut us free
Wounded healers

Out the window
Down the road
The fabric falls apart
As paper in the rain:

Who is your myth-maker?
Do they love you?

Artless emblems
Fill our eyes
Choke our dreams
We're fucked and bleeding

Let's see a little blood
In the living and Loved
Blood to air
Skin to scar
Air to blood
Wounds to heal

The sunrise carven on your wrist
Calmly reflects
On the rivers coursing
Beneath my own flesh
With ghost medicine

Drop the veil upon
This dying day
To the earth
This time we consecrate

Drop the veil