wherefore a beauty lies

from then to there is rapid fire
like waking up without any dreams
on the set of a division, a line
a tide, breaking

at the end there will be no
more strange distances of warmth
of chaotic order, we resemble warfare
in this dying age, in a new presentation
of what we are meant for

and I told you my wildest nightmares
once when you were sleeping, i whispered
them into each ear, each time a different
story, how one wakes
without waking and dreams
without being what it means
to dream

we are parted now
so few have shelter in this tide
so few have a storm to guide them
I think you're mine