caravan bells answer the crackling hush Lost Trances

ceiling learns the shape of distant heavens Lost Trances

my questions hang from the telephone wires Lost Trances

ash lifts, twisting into pale green sigils Lost Trances

gutters hum softly like distant machinery Lost Trances

i feel the world pause between two heartbeats Lost Trances

inside the night's reply rain writes in code Lost Trances

our arguments curl upward as thin smoke Lost Trances

ceiling cracks map places i never returned to Lost Trances

strangers pass through the place you once occupied Lost Trances