End of Reel - The Hotelier

First breath following wakes of the

Palms pressed, brushed on my arm and then

Wave stretched sending me off to descend

Leading me into the bend

Keep pulsing my hand to the beat of you

Shapeless hiss hanging over the

Mixes of midnight and twilight

It passes, dims to make space and suspend

While she’s singing her swan song again

It got stuck in my head as the sound of you

In the night, we will celebrate cyclical spin

As we ritually send off the fire at both ends

Yet I’m blanketed, wet with the thought in my head

I don’t know what I want what I want’s where I’ve been

The kind of thing that hangs inside a moment

A kiss of good that’s temperate and golden

That permeates the surface of the woven

And seeps into the piece of you inside of my head

Goodness, present and hallowed

Is thanking walls of the shallow

Embankments for flowing in over the

Ranks of soldiering messes of

Dayglow blades scorched by hovering halos

Washing away until I don’t even cringe at the thought of you

In the light of the day, stabilize and reset

And then burn in the image until I can’t forget

And end ceaselessly speaking until Nothing is unsaid

I don’t know what I want what I want is where I’ve been

In the night will you rest your head into my hands

Will you disrupt this pattern from starting again?

If I ask you for Nothing will Nothing there stand?

I don’t know what I want, what I want’s where I’ve been

I don’t know what I want, what I want’s where I’ve been

I don’t know what I want, what I want’s where I’ve been

I don’t know what I want, what I want’s where I’ve been

And Oh, the resonant calm comes hard

And hums off the walls of the block uncarved

And it’s new, but I don’t know what to do

With the sight of you brimming

The sight of you brimming

The sight of you

The sight of you brimming