burn your night away into photo ash,
Stalking your development like we are both
Babies, you and I babies, clutching foetal
Breath one-a-piece, I press these images,
These offerings of yours, O god of my neuroses,
My concrete, crazy-paved past,
I press them between two books in my
Eyelids, try my best to recognise the
New in you and try to map out how you
Have surely, surely changed, and I
Find you are not these pictures -
Try though I do (nighty night every night)
I cannot know you from these icons so
Burn in me some symbols again so
I can know you again so
I can know you again so
I can know you so
Know you so-so-- again--