Sad song, thousand-mile voice,
the crows throwing their existential
shadows about.
About what?
Sad song little while.
Little wheel.
So the red petticoat flashes.
The singer claps.
O love of my life, our flesh
is pulled away no matter.
Foot slam.
How we try.
Foot slam.
To hold each other in our mouths.
So now we can see better the forever part?
Moon statuary.
Stones
stacked up to mark a pass.
Outer
space
teething through the night.