it was half past I can't say when… we'd been to hell and back in one weekend… d**h was a dimwitted soul… lo! but he wasn't grim… I asked if we could meet again… some other time, another place… oh no, I wasn't cheating… just the nature of competing… I was simply twisting fate… the new moon dripped a steady stream… I knelt and washed my face… caught the last train north, way up north, with a cold wind giving chase… oh, the night was clear, the air was crisp and clean… the great beyond all pistol black, the white serene… oh, when morning broke we woke to such a scene!
I stumbled ‘round for days and days… I walked my shadow into the ground… I stirred the waking sun, but I was not the only one with bloody fists or blistered tongue… a thousand points of light cut through the great storm in the sky… sunbeams somersaulting down at twice the speed of light… with hands crisscrossed, all the clocks on the walls told different times… and the cheap red wine splayed all the tiny fragments in my mind…
oh, the caterwaul of crooked little chimes ringing out of tune, yes, ringing out of time… oh, the symphony! the cracking of the trees… the crashing of the waves… the quaking underneath our feet… all in perfect pitch and key… just the nature of our kind…