Woodcutters from Rayless by Cos Sylvan

A yellow paper moon
Crowns my eyes
And tucks the water around me
Like a lunar disguise

I’ve been here only for a day
My nails tracing lines in the ashtray
The streets are wet with light that doesn’t stay
Pink and blue, the scene gets erased

Nobody passes by
Caught up in glassy wire
Where ice chips, and time drips down walls
Into our arms

It’s a long way home when home is another way
To separate a man from his mistakes
If I’m not dead yet, then I might never be
And my date up north says I’m her dream

Nobody passes by
Caught up in glass and wires
Like birds on a pyre, my hands are on fire
The rails are cold
And I follow them home

Oh, I can’t go back that way?
Sign on the line
My hand slips down the stall
To ask for the time

Splintered windowpanes catch my hair
Scatter the light onto the wall
Into scales, my second skin

I’ve seen relief pass by
Drip from a milky eye
A cut thumb, a wink, a sigh
I want it all

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