Drawn taut
pic-ed n' plucked
Where have I
witnessed that before

Always two doors ,
front and back
Aways used the one
that lacked

All the pretty angels
come out at night
flick shake and hook
Tungsten heavy heights

I can't place the sound
All that
I can assimilate
It was by my hands
Now lost  , going down

The midnight's voice
of memory
Barred and shut
let it be , let it be

A dead phoenix
hangs from my neck
Like a curse , a ghost ,
or worse

time to let it be