in rhythm i dream he is breath-hot is fire
ffffffffffffin hunger i leap out in neon is knowing the window
is owl-eyed i chase him in sweat-glow through alleys
ffffffffffffis shattered a smoke trail in chordage i can’t see in evening
i call out in rhythm from doorways is stagelight i listen in violence
fffffffffffffhe crackles is owl-eyed is breath-hot i conjure in grasping
my bari is orphaned i bellow in neon he blazes in violence
ffffffffffffthen quiet is grasping then darkness is orphaned i touch him
in chordage my lips burn in sweat-glow become him
ffffffffffffin stagelight is shattered on all fours is hunger
is knowing my body in evening is fire