An Affair with Pity — Collective Culture

After all that is said, all is tangled and heavy logged in water

So as the shadow lies without hope in bed

Naked with Dread, an Outside world to it is no bother.

It searches for a line to attach a slippery hook, collects wisdoms from Fathers—

Still it swims around alone first, relating to the dead—

After all that is said, all is tangled and logged heavy with water.

Out itself bombs a brighter lover—moves its flaked smile upon the dark without falter.

By law, how could the shadow not swirl up towards that what cannot be read?

Soon to be Naked with Dread, its outside world to it is no bother.

That new character holds out its starry hand, offers itself as matter

To climb and ride on—still, on hips the grip is so tight the shadow bled

And after all said, all is tangled and logged heavy with water.

This was a mirrored home with sides of faces battered

With every extra weight from its heart-stone shed—

Naked with Dread, an Outside world to it is no bother.

Close, yet, those parts are lined to become each other

In harsh matrimony—in it a symphony ends.

After all that is said—All is tangled and heavy with water

So naked with Dread, the Outside without inside to it is no bother.