The cats eyes can catch the light pivoting off the appliance,

just like you can catch the light, keep it tightly in a headlock, and love it.

Alive in the valley, the groans will grow louder just like the vines reaching upward.

I will have to help you bury the light and some of the skeletons, all without any signal whatsoever.

Bury them tightly between the crawlspaces and the crevices, and sweep the dust out from under it, too.

Adjacent from the towels that we just use for decoration, too.

Distressing about devices and warranties and the cold of wintertime , in a downward spiral now…

Surrounded by subway tile, and the leftovers that were left-out,

Their your wings, your song (s), is are indistinguishable from the brown sugar sprinkled here and there,

or is is dust from the wings of moths, or the remnants of cereal, or victims of circumstance, or a mail in rebate, even.

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The sentinel screams in red ink…..

Cradle those moths, and the dust from their wings as well , and please

keep the doors closed, and the cold will follow,

keep the doors closed, and I can finally stay close.