If a pact was made to   t
                                             e
                                                 a
                                                     r  our bodies t
                                                              ­              o
                                                 ­                           g
                                    ­                                        e
                       ­                                                     t
          ­                                                                 ­ h
                                                              ­              e
                                                 ­                           r   here on this bedrock

the same stars and chromatic flames would be released

                                    
                  ­                    In     B      u     r    s     t      s



                              seeding light and trammelled sound into the cushion
                                              of our kind's   o                                             e
                                                               ­            p                                      l
                       ­                                                        t                              d
                                ­                                                   i                      a
        'Wherein we grow                                              m             r
           effortlessly, into                                                      a      c
               dominion'                                                      ­          l




We Would Be Untimely Fountains Of Life and Energy
                         Untimely Fountains
                                          Fountains­ Of Life
We Would Be                 Fountains
                                  ­       Fountains Of                 Energy



S
  p
    i
      l                      then shared . .                                                       . .
        l                         Being made of common wonders, you and I
          e                                                    ­                              [    ]   &  [ ]
            d           

                         We are uneasily explained
                          With eternal B e d t i m e Stories
                          Reluctantly clearer with far more beautiful n u m b e r s
                                                               ­                           + s e p a r a t i o n s



But i'm glad there is the patience to listen                            
                                                                ­        
                                                                ­                  and listen always

as we form a history of     c   o  n  n   e    c   t
                                                               ­            i
                                                                           o
                                                               ­            n
                                                               ­      +    s   e  p  a   r    a    t   i   o  n  s
                    +            -
The more    I  and all
                    [ ]   &   [ ]
                                                  

                                        cool in an ever cooling universe:
                                        The more I  seek comfort in, or relief from

                    
its       m   e   r       diminishing warmth
            c   u   r
            i    a   l


I am reminded                                                         ­          If i didn't have you
                  
                  [whose light is one force I never need question]
                                        
              ­                           I would be so scared
                                                        of­ 
   
                             f       l       o        a        t       i       n       g
                                                               ­          n
                                                               ­          t
                                                               ­          o     p    e    n
                                                     ­                                       i
                        ­                     w i l d l y  s i l e n t                g
                                              ­                                              h
                 ­                                                                 ­          t
                              
                            
                 made to wait

                               for the charge to  d r a i n  out
                               of our universe