Dash higher, dash lower. The steeple creeps your feet
You diamond thief
Splash fire, flash spire with nothing but retreat
Keep off my meat
Petty nuance breeds shivered thunder, crackling in my sleep
Lightening rips me deep.
Listing, breaking, twisting, shaking – my minds jukebox speaks;
‘Resolve’ spins on repeat.
The land of calm and battered charm awaits quick hours I keep.
Daylight; chased towers and fallen skyscrapers lick my feet
Warm, content from sleeps ascent,
I sneer down from avenues fog
Some 85 stories below – just dogs.