Surrender to the flow,
We divide, apart, through the path of separation.
Clean the eyelids, wash the skin.
In every breath we sink together drowning in the air.
A pulse to leave, a pyre to burn,
a sight sore that dim all lights,
heartbeats swarms. Rises and beckon.
Beacon of creation, with brimstone woven hands
Awake from the slumber and cannot conceive.
A cold stare. Adrift.
A tread to life, a triumph of grief,
Let you embrace from a pale warm sleep.