my mind trades restfor more drunk talkall night not ableto break loosethe plainest words in the worldgather under the bedI look for one of my owntill my eyes ache
on the night trainwe grow into our coachdrink like brotherssleep like wells of lightwalk ’round like lost sheepfar from any housesread like patriarchsshod with iron shoeswe fly through the nightcool as a glowworm
another hope sinkinginto my night bagevery call is strangethat we hear in the darkanother body in painover another bodythroats that never were peoplecry higherbirch and oak burnand fly at last