Sun's rolling down;
the earth is rising up
to meet it.

And they were there,
in the sunshine,
blood pooling at their feet...

Washed away
what you still can't believe.

How do we bend these things
into shapes that we
can understand?

We don't.

And so we float,
a burning ache that
pulls us accross the earth
until we end up
where we began
and start again.