a single feather spins, choosing a direction Lost Trances

gutters hum softly like distant machinery Lost Trances

serpent wind coils around the hilltop fire Lost Trances

inside the night's reply i hear trains fade Lost Trances

i feel the world pause between two heartbeats Lost Trances

windows trade their glow for breathing dark Lost Trances

ceiling learns the shape of distant heavens Lost Trances

old rooftops gleam like forgotten altars Lost Trances

ceiling cracks map places i never returned to Lost Trances

strangers pass through the place you once occupied Lost Trances