Goodbye, again.

Cigarette stains on his finger, again.
Gets right to it no right move, no wrong move,
Stepping on the seam of the moment and a dream,
This moment is now and the dream is encapsulated.

Bright orange recognition
Pushing across the sky
Following each incision
To another day, there was no one left to say
Goodbye, again.

We are believers in every intrusion
Coughing up blood, and in Christ we are wounded.
Voices of angels and wings of desire,
Your hand is upon him, your hand is on fire, again.

Bright orange recognition
Pushing across the sky
Following each incision
To another day, there was no one left to say
Goodbye, again.