Tonight
Thread and threshold will aspire
Looking this way, for nothing
More than a callous are, we save you from denial

Tonight, is my home...?
Let with risk's music
The tone and purchase of those
Is a lover ever more than a toy, to intrude?

Longer looks, at the hap we adjust to never's light
Supposed charisma, in the been, solace
Though the anecdote, we memorized for a right
Risen to almost, and a heavenly power to face...

Dancing shadows
There in the season of silence's saint?
Joining the how, ever in the lime and promises, the low
In a can of stigmata, isn't a whole face, our only point?

To dance in the all...?
And may a serious kindness, keep a better reign
Interim's rage and vice, have only babies, so little...
When poise is to be, the couth in a glance at even, if instinct so vain...