Wait, while the world enters sleep. We will fall, we will count Drops of iron written deep In the flesh of signature's devotion, Beside earthly murmuring motion. Walk this way, Find yourself laying Within the tangled thread. We have wanted pain to close, Asked for another dose, - As infants repeating first words Waiting for the world to crawl - To a second closest to night. We lack memory among these halls. While my hands caress your unguarded flesh, Could you recite ruins, inside your death? Dance among ash, As I continue to bury you. Vast sigh, thousands more With moonlight entering our eyes. Night of sadness upon an ocean's floor, - Were the dreams reality or lies In the drift, In the countless grains we sift?