I pale in the nightJust the wound of a person--The phantom of a nameCast in the shadow ofRaindrops down the gutterOf an old porch.Cigarettes smoking b..
I am exhaustedIn a way that ICan almost not describe--Except that it achesAnd drownsAnd still, swims aroundInside the cavityThe deep hollowOf my chest..
There is an old lanternSwinging by the gentle handsOf the wind pushingOn and on, into the Grotto.The wax long meltedFrom a candle down toWick and iron..