____We see steps off and float in. _______In slow three sixties _____we knit a cloak to keep us. __________Pulse is fire _____________and __________metals echo ______and every astral flinch ____is a welcome whip of the tail.
___No substance without shadow.
______We emerge and hold on ___________to the rips ______along a rough-cut edge _______where metals warm _________and we pull up, _____________aerial, ___________and survey. _Up here the sung voice and blown reed ____________weaves all ____________and below, land is a strip that gentlycrumbles a beat ________and brings us down. _____________In wing.
__________Keen to conquer, ____________at any cost.
____Down here we tap an entrance __on to where territory is molten melody ___________and we wade ______and we move without norm ____________like gravity, _________all lefts and rights ______and the falling fragments _______are belongings we carry _____and the hiss is our backline ___and we move toward the euphony. _____________In union ____and we think we’ve made a circle ______________and
________forlorn is forewarned, ____________forgeries all.