ROB THE DAWN 
(Sacred places built between night and day. 
Magik gathers in the in between. 
m.m. & e.s. & c.c.) 

waking skin 
a opaque vacuum, 
pass this death 
clear through me. 
awake with 
hand full o ribbons, 
from broke dreams 
to siamese think. 
a landscape built 
to rob the dawn, 
to steal the light, 
and defy the sun. 
in these moments 
before capture, 
we drift together 
in human light. 
look pon death 
strange beauty sight 
look pon death 
strange beauty sight