Slide & Pale harmonies in drifts & Veils drawn over and & Sleep slunk in slow & Bite & Smile your bridal grief for & The more you weep
The more that seed can grow & & Ash is falling, just like snowflakes floating down & Shells and masks on gentle dreamers under cloud
Peace & Illuminate the faces by the road & I just know & I just know they keep quiet count & -misdemeanors, malice manifold
I just know & Sullen souls & Slumber now, slumber so & Slip away from the fold & From the toll, from the toll
Covered-up in the drift & Covered thunder's murmured roll & Thick with hunger & Distant and lowe & & Unending & The ash is alighting
to gnaw at their seeds under stone & An energy dark and voracious , a summoning under the Moon & I feel them, their focus and sorrow
A study of horror in flight & To worry my wounds with their wisdom & And draw out infusions for night & (Slide comas slow)
Upon the scaffold and the deaf beasts & (Harmonies in cloud) & Over the harrowed and the grime & (Suffering below)
By breaths - a barrow high with harmonies & (Dreamers under shroud) & For the grazing hive & Ash is falling, coma's winter
Cankers' feast of fitful thinkers & Alive, the curtain extends a slip of warning & Of sulphurs brave and intent, & Of sorrows homing
As if the faces can turn out of their moorings & Harmonies in cloud... & Slide comas slow