Wipe your feet

I cannot hear the steps beneath my feet

I'm waiting till I hear them meet the ground

I'll sit down 

Wipe away those sounds and right back to the water

Let dungeon pool around me

Crustacean claws

Good claws

Crustacean claws

That pull and pry 

At the silk symbol 

Woven for a gratitude

But It wasn't fault 

For where rosy horns

Etch both directions

Serrations strip its mooring

And morning is already here 

As blood 

And clean white calcite

Rinsed through the brine

Fire on the lawn

Come over tonight

We'll put up fire

On our lawns

Of bon and bene

Reams of smoke

Twisting in streams 

The acrobatics of chimneys 

For the char of yesterdays

For the coke 

The black snow silence

That settles each morning

That's what it's for, you know

Though we can have our smoke

And our destructs

And the evenings spent in glows

Redder still, 

place behind eyes

Redder still,

 the sun's place on the other side of the sky

Where a sunset matters, and the sunrise only happened