Something speaks The universe from your eyes, The blood from your veins, The sentences from your soul, The messages from your heart, When two men go missing From the era of your desire. Poor simpleton, To the pyre They have went, with your heart in their stake. The flames grew higher, The scents grew taller, The world grew smaller At the sight of their every trace In every burn, Only to turn To a smear upon their face. Wave your eyes, bat your lids When feeling surrounds what you lost and hid. I do know the message, The curve, The identical ink to a spotted remnant Upon what they did believe Marked your heart In the sullen smile, In the open mile, In the burn that mourns the ocean For what it could not make of itself. We are alike The world watching errors. Of scientists to their scalpel To dig through flesh, and saw through bone. We mind nothing In the remnants in what aches, In the decay of what breaks Against the shoreline.