I see her face in every face.. in every flicker of fire ..these feet are far from the ground.. this day is a million miles from drawn. Weariness of silence makes breathing in the darkness like devouring the seasons, stars, universe, eating the impossible. Maxwell Smart with his nose caught in the door and flooding the cone of silence, chewing on this shoe phone. Walking the same mile. Circle circle circle.
These embers are memories. These legs are to walk this concrete now. To walk me home. Stupid sirens.
All I can do. These lights. Reflect between the spaces between my bones, exhaust me. I lost you, I lost me.