From the open
To the close
Of steel lid eyes
It doesn't feel right
From the departure
The splitting of the seas
Of sheets
To the holy reuniting
Its all gray stuffing
From seam to seam
From floor to ceiling
Blank dry
Eyes still staring under lids
Collisions behind the curtains
Behind the scenes
A sweet obstruction
Our neglected eye lids

Sour apple brain
Velvet lids
Concrete lips
Hands that ***** their body
In vain or in shame
A body disconnected from A brain
Wanders looking for hosts
That never touch it the same
The brain wanders for hosts
That will regulate its deficits
Hosts that never spark it the same
Both glass to break
Both paper thin
Giving themselves up at the lips of flame
And the flame
The burning hands of a body
A body disconnected from a brain
All the same
Ready to burn ready to spark
Again and again