Visitation - Division Day

When he sits you down, when he makes you eat

When he takes your hat, when he takes your keys

«Finally, please»

When he flicks an ash, when he frees a breath

When he stays your hand, when he shows your death

«Finally, please»

With a blinking light, with a fervent erasure

I could peel the night from the muscle of the sky

If the walls are wrong, of a height you can’t

Ever ascertain, and the teeth enchant

Finally, you’ve gone visiting

You will not recall if you wake or not

You will pyrolise until your veins are taut

«Finally, please»

With a blinking light, with a fervent erasure

I could peel the night from the muscle of the sky

In a palsied flight, with a ferric elixir

I could peel the night from the body of the sky