a final tight embrace burn that last invitation a final dose of grace lost in the warm bodies the houris and the fays and angels could put a plot aside for him but make believe and saints and angels will never hold a light to him a thread of steel grey slow, caged, sandpaper footfalls the needle skips again around in a dark circle my guts slip down the roof glow, uncoil and evolve a power out too soon wild in the cold corners