It's a starving reflectionnIf he dies in the nightnListening to the increase.nnIt cuts out your likenessnIn blood circulationsnSuspended beneath a release.nnA low volume force feednLower than pitynSlips across under the heartnAnd your hostage rewindingnFrom every eclipsenRolls in the voltagenRun-off rain on his lips.nnWe chew up the blacknessnTo some high sleepnTravel a faster silence.nnOne to go long againnin the going-n-on again.nnnnFull stare passagesnstriking less face;noutside on the movena shattered heart pacengreases the fade;nsinking the blood backnbreaking to where loaded icons wade.nnEyesides catch far awakenin a cold sanctuarynPain sonics eternitiesnAll through the moves.nnnnA first communicationnTears loose undeliverednAnd swims unassignednIn your dimmed latitudes.nnnnAnd the heat from the shorenMelts down to receive us;nFloodlit foreheadsnHowled open and so nearly blessednAs they soften round dog-joysnOf unfinished strangersnRubbed out on a pointnnAfterburning