Downing spill off and amused by injury
The speed limit sign on the bridge tells you how fast you can fall
The streets exhale at night
Heavily breathing
This is a city that sleeps
Or at least sits quietly through the night
Vestal virgin keeping me home
To keep the flame alive
To face nothing that makes me flicker
Against every memory of pure bliss
Forculus determined the thinness of these doors
Where every flaw sounds like melody
The porch bat taught me to look at things upside-down
A recliner outside found a new way to relax
Anything can be translated to a cough
If the facade of your hand is good enough
Even the high priest of sleep knows
The earthly scent when buried alive