And the farmyard faints dying for
All pain being old
All localised
When seen through Gryphon sighs
Dark cries
Shrilled
Permanence with fever
And if all time is a sign of
How hard we want to push
Ourselves
Recognition stillborn from visibility
Here on our way to our marketplace
All sound quietens you

What happens to the waterfront
I thought that maybe you forgot that all
Strangeness is degrees of
Self-possession
Globes of truth
Being fulfilled
Through trust
Shunted through the doors of sleep
Exhaustive days spent
Through our beautiful
Sadness
Where winds are denizens
That cringe before us
Osmosis sucking on
The future’s brains
And evil begs
To be carried on your back
All languidity is cloying
Through its languor
I smell the foretaste of the sunrise