when i hear (your song), i fade
like
lights over the poles, the auroras hum
and i become (less) than before,
less even
than myself, and i sink down low,
praying
to the rhythm of the sea. i can hear it roar.
in the middle of the night
(our music plays).
in the middle of the polar dark
i can see. i see your
shocking cold lumens glowing hard
and i know that
we are through,
that the demon lights all come alive
and shine
like an octopus
waging war against his heart.
(i can) hear it fade.
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