time inside
paper boats will be their guide, on copper streams
bled free from sedimental veins
turn the world along the line, long wire spoken through
in hopes we're heard too
burning pages as we wake
stringing chants like bellflowers round the gate
laying bare-graved the array, sunken hands sew fractures
we dream of all souls day
fragile bones dance in golden fields of gray
much infused to death, but they've none to lose
revels choose a lighter gift, though there's plenty left
to the living still with breath
stones approach, locking hands to summon all
dissolving fictional in saturated pacts
diffuse the world to concentrate
with their flood of keys to unlock the gate
burning pages as we wake
stringing chants like bellflowers round the gate
laying bare-graved the array, sunken hands sew fractures
we dream of all souls day
touching even now
your past and future, it will all go on long after you're gone
trailing water lamps to hold on to
catching firelight to pull you through
you cannot tell them, you are fifteen of seven
or searing wind will come too soon
burning pages as we wake
stringing chants like bellflowers round the gate
laying bare-graved the array, sunken hands sew fractures
we dream of all souls day