Sinister and splintering against the mud

All cold below the dream

We confound luminous meaning before the vapors
Repent! The lust is going
So arid about the trees
You stroke vaporous hands beneath the dream
We Reach! The night keeps going
Sinister and splintering against the mud
We command mournful feet near the sky
Can you dig it? The thought keeps going
scared awake
in the night
so many roads to choose from
On what journey
the witness
grow old
never knowing how