Gimme Vortex

The skies are filled

with A light that shines

From mouths wide open

In screams and sighs

When you fall like Rome

Every muscle wasted

How your station turns

How your fingers tremble

In all your signals

Your flood and swell

Some chance for meaning

And flowers for control

When we fall like Rome

Gnashing teeth in ashes

How our fingers burn

How our stations tremble

Left your mark

In maps and stars

All around the place

All around the place