5 Hypnagogue 5 (Live)

I was awake, dreaming

Of new dystopias to run to and hide within

And new faces to wear

And new bodies to inhabit

And new lies to guzzle

And how I loved

The moon, and its sheets of seeds

The moon tiding in your body

The smell of your blood breathing

And its taste in the sea in the south shining my feet

Till it seemed as if they were made of dew

And pearls of huge beauty

Whilst your mouse-like breath was

The hand upon my clock

And one each breath I came nearer

To my silly and shining end