a final tight embrace
burn that last invitation
a final dose of grace
lost in the warm bodies
the houris and the fays and angels
could put a plot aside for him
but make believe and saints and angels
will never hold a light to him
a thread of steel grey
slow, caged, sandpaper footfalls
the needle skips again
around in a dark circle
my guts slip down the roof
glow, uncoil and evolve
a power out too soon
wild in the cold corners