Revisiting the past I recall the words
I spoke to you as a younger man...

Nowhere have I found anything more perfect
than the perfect illusion of your love unfurled...

You reach
out to tag me...

In the shadow of the Swallow's Nest,
the castle at the very tip of Crimea, skulks...

Like a topsy-turvy confection
he's trapped beneath another life...

My child of rage, though desperate,
is tired of running in her shoes of glass...

Beat
locked up...

Two shadows lurk on moonlit deck
as Halsey is reuniting the fleet...

Sailing away to Sugar Hill Island,
sitting in my cabin, watching the horizon...

I disincorporated before anyone else
caught even a glimpse of a wink...

The scents and sensibility of death were...
as the suicide's wife entered the room they had...

I have heard the city's silent song
in the way perfect strangers share...