Choked whines filter through the crack in the window
Where the sun fell through moments ago
And in this hour, the seas blows in the cataracts of his final day
His blessed concussed confusion
His seizing airways
He holds his head
Wishing for his mother

He takes to the cold
Where has the child gone?
Where has the child gone?
I thought he was anchored to his texts?
His revered studies?

He grew tired of the distant solar systems
And stopped counting his nightly collection of clouds
And he smudged the blood of his lover
And he smudged the blood of his lover

"We are never apart
Maybe in distance
But never in heart
We are never apart
Maybe in distance"

"We are never apart
Maybe in distance
But never in heart
We are never apart
Maybe in distance"