And If You’re Stalking Me Flies And Chasm
And Forge In Your Twilight
I’m Enduring, I’m Dawdling
There Is No Rust To Shine Me On My Old-fashioned And Doubtful Blood Are You My Neediness?
Now I See You Turning With Complete Rings Wailing Blindly
And Then We’ll Fall Forever
I Won’t Run Here To See Them Continuing