Merge, a vessel, a harbour A perfect union Of gift and reception Each an eye On the same face Loss and gain Fly into the mouth of the ground Six feet under Thanks to some failure Fly into the mouth of the ground Six feet under One for the night One for the dark Taste each other For a moment, then goodbye Hold her eyes Share the same air Oh lay it down Oh lay it bare I'm speachless Naked as a fiery sunset You turn, not fleeting Destroyed not complete A perfect cocophony Rising like vapour Solid and liquid Awkward and trapping Stolen but paid for Legs and knees and ankles and toes When it burns an old enemy flows Legs and knees and ankles and toes When it burns an old enemy flows Gathered and strewn From this altitude To some other moon Wearing false armour And useless shields Failed to exist Crying out and into the streets They are always prepared for the cries Prepared for the worst Crying outloud at the untold They are transfixed but not transformed Stop accomodating echoes Into these hard-pressed streets Into these well-travelled streets Into these hard-pressed streets