We Cannot Be Stopped!

Orange shadows of my likeness/they gleam like the memory of your smile/distance, sundered by smoked glass/panes, where honor casts itself broken/by a kindred brethren/a blink from quiet engines,/ they hum so bleakly/the surprise of your sighs,/a sign before sunrise…/I can hear your breathing./Levers and pulleys,/coy sleight of hand,/we are a gauge, what’s electric,/plaything in roots/in league with our forgery, counterfeit hearts./The sound of armor next morning,/dying beam in eclipse/unwrapping a veil, it surrounds us,/the last walk through the killing door.