there was a pale lady looking into nothingness two cabooses we lag behind i kiss thee oblivion we feast at the table quietly break bread where our ways part angel of death passes over us with lamb's blood smeared on the windows numbness of today's news to never hear us speak again to never breathe our exhaust we bring asleep in a microcosm of blue glass incognito until west trenton collapsed

f a l l o n d e a f y e a r s .