The room itself danced in the torch’s light
Won’t you dance with me gently so that we can cry tonight
...a bit for all of those that have lived before our life
and I can’t wait for Julius to strike
the alarm gongs going dong when the time becomes the time.
It feels just slow water drizzling down along the ridge of your spine.
Salt and sugar thrown in the mixture, and the black pepper that ignites.
I’m going to be gone tomorrow on an international flight.
Let’s salvage what we’ve got left of the sunlight