In this lifetime.
You can mix knives and paper doves.
On the roof top if it craves it’s hollowed out.
I fell down this daylight.
Blind man’s arrow buried in my loves heart.
Tape was wound.
Life ties back drop figures and puppets in scissor hands.
On the outside all of these words are falling down.
Porcelain light a moonless night.
Simple to say.
The curtain is drawn.
The lights go on.