Surface, through the circuits, breaker breaker.
Someone's calling but there's no one on the line.
Positive, negative, negative, Breaker breaker.
These wires are live, these wires are merging
with the circuits, Breaker, breaker. Broken fuses
spark, lighting, illuminating their blacked out
eyes. Fading out...Father son and holy
ghost...you can't find us in the dark. You can't
save us when wires are cut. Houses haunted hurt
the most. Vulnerability is created and defined by
the night. Fall is getting closer. Ruled by the
moon. Now that we're hiding in the darkness
holding hands, now as we pray, as we are prey.
Lead the way. Don't leave me bound here in
desire, lead the way forever is too long to wait.

Time keeps on pulling the seconds away, preaching
abandonment, intentions remain to embrace the
sweet impossible. Time succumbs to the rhythm of
a slowly fading pulse. Lights from flashlights
flash on breakers, loose connections connected
tight. Symmetry described by the minds intent.
Eleven birds of prey take flight. Asymmetrical
equations, borne to lack diurnal sight. Brown
eyes begging her consent. White old woman of the
night:

Right behind the lightening staring past the
rain. Running down the red clay. Time succumbs to
the rhythm of a slowly fading pulse...