driven to the edge of her passion by another for another time
the taunting of the clock hands can no longer clearly be heard
above the endless beat of dreamlike devotion her heart sings
above the harsh, hard, sting of what could be
now listen

driven intensely through the night to her paradoxical moon
the ink trail binding every trauma to her person floods from her
below her wary, carried, submitted body quickly dies her dirt
below, the oceans overflow pulled by pluto into black
flood water

across the star scene i'm shooting far
for ancient resonance i want close
moon and sun, what's been done?
what love lives here still, i watch you burn
and feel resurrection
in this fire

i'm burning
on your leash
i'm burning at your feet
i'm burning
hot and cold
magically to your lure
i'm burning
from your hooks
brightly, willingly
from just one look