If you’re stranger than that

What light shows your face

In being what costume you wear

A pale thin honest mask of their father

Then let them come about you let them come around again

I wouldn’t have guessed such a lust I’ve brought with you

They wouldn’t either for every night or day and night

All of them on fire

All of them alone

Children of living spirals greatness

Teaching them to run out the infinity black door

Out and ever more

Sliding fingers between yours

Falling down the mountain

Oh look at them go.