To burn with candles on frozen floors, 
Let's weave our hands tight, 
Feel each other's thorns. 

To make their dried-out eyes glisten, 
The river is risen from within 
Each and every breath-bathed vein 
On intake of pain. 

The precious song 
Our beating bodies want to make 
Until the smile breaks 
And the heart grows cold as steel. 

Face fractures in the mirror, 
Shattered eyes in glass. 

Cut us free 
Wounded healers. 

Out the window 
Down the road 
The fabric falls apart 
As paper in the rain: 

Who is your myth-maker? 
Do they love you? 

Artless emblems 
Fill our eyes, 
Choke our dreams, 
We're [bad word] and bleeding. 

Let's see a little blood 
In the living and Loved. 
Blood to air, 
Skin to scar, 
Air to blood, 
Wounds to heal. 

The sunrise carven on your wrist 
Calmly reflects 
On the rivers coursing 
Beneath my own flesh 
With ghost medicine. 

Drop the veil upon 
This dying day. 
To the earth, 
This time we consecrate. 

Drop the veil.