Spinning, waving 

I love your coat

No, I love your

naked arm, how 

solumn it floats

like we are one

and all still dream 

of that cosy escapade

beside Susan's river 

progressing through 

some sort of drug 

recovery he is and 

she? Well, on retreat 

 from agreeableness

and weak willing 

and will not you turn

with me too? Around,

 fathomless in this house

of God under swung light

and fair chandelier hearts 

which under we grasp

and each become illuminated 

as a unique stars hanging 

alone and reflected across

the rear mirrors of passing 

cars that drive upon a sweeter road

that does exist and has been dug

already by surly, our spirit animals

then I think, laugh - look, how naive 

we swirl! Our souls waltzing 

though earth wars call

yell, say step beyond Saintish 

dance halls and still we grip

hands desperate, trying just so

very, too hard to free ourselves 

from ourselves, carving only 

deeper chasms into 

self-inflicted scars