i touch you in echoes
in broken pieces
to stand before myself in our darkest evening
or break or fall or to stand in place of it all
mirrors seem to crack
seams begin to unravel
i lie in our moment
wondering if wandering goes too far
we eclipse into memories
i always get lost in here
always seem to stray
from where we should be
and i’m skipping on cracks
breaking bricks
in mix of thoughts and this
broken grips can only take you so far
lungs without breath
never make sense
and i’m burning in this
desire like tires of ’74
thoughts occur on occasion
persuasion is a deadly fire
words can tango
between fingers like follicles of your hair
things said only fall deeper
words can break
things can bend
we can extend
yet i’ll pretend that all good things truly end
fires of 1974