fall

Fall, mercy, fall Down. I got tremulous perimeters
And I
tend to feel bound by those
Graceful days of foundings.

Arms and armours all one unreachable
Memory and the
unending silver
Chases. Silver chases were to bring

Our knees and gazes to that lasting
Further soil
whose liquid nigthly services
Used to assure that day or
other
'We would be spoilt'.

Fall, mercy,
fall
Now. Lend me your wool tonite
Wrap me in and
offer such a tool
To some heaven's bites, to that

Past that's stolen at unbearable
Price. I am
entitled to your veils
, your fault, mercy, yours the fault

if our dreams went boilt yours the
voice the voice
that claimed us spoilt.