[bad word] remains beyond redemption
 contorted faces
 swallowed up by the darkness
 of the gap to be part
 a bottle of leftover wine
 bodies of no leftover life
 such a roundabout way to get there
 the hint of a gesture
 broke up the movement for us
 took the heat out of us
 for decay to make its way from the backbone towards infinity
 hang gliding out of the fullness of your heart
 I belong to the interval
 of the gap I am part
 the holy scar can not heal over without secretions of the divine
 just swallow the beast for now
 unsettled beast immune to any temptation of fulfilment