Snipers racing through audits underline phosphorus love;

The breath on your eye that clots the world,

Spreading the tar wide and the air is thick with hands.

Some embrace like straight jackets, some kiss with The Finger,

Some use music for stigmata,

                                                And I break down.

Each Great Divorce walks with hope in these moulds,

Snatching mirrors that are thorns haloed, and

Tethered obsessive, the ache is life:

Raw, frightening and beautiful; a lock of swans

To fix a heart, musing grievous anchors,

                                                And I break down.

Every harm of will is love sketched on vocals

Twisted a hot black blue, all souls in tears

Flooding the carpet sore. I smother the floor

With my gasping fists and tilt my empty vessel like thunder:

I love, I love, I love

                                                And I break down.