I see these creatures in tired action I hold the blade with the midnight arm My brother dreams in real violence My brother, dreaming through the red In ritual positions, I kneel before his love Far away from the world I follow all these signs and wonders I walk on by the suicide doors Under the stars in animism I’ll hold the mirror for the ghost In ritual positions, I kneel before his love Sometimes in benediction, a mouth to sing the flood Far away from the world