The fraction of time
Spans a ten-acre riot
While counting sheep in succession
As they skip to the notes of your breath

Lingering smoke
Manifest itself
Under lamp glow
And blends of fog

The webs in the corner
Are vailing twin ghost
Speaking in extinction
Tracing a foxtrot

The echoing division
And halting idea
This could be what you want
This could be what it is

Are you naked with amazing grace
A sun setting pulse
Around the halo of gospel
Hangs over the recalcitrant

Hold your arms to your side
While exhaustion alludes
That you've gone far enough
This is all there's to do