Retrograde - Martin Hall

Still lying wide awake

Imagining your face

A cool, white offering

Caught in this retrograde

Lips drawn and quivering

Veins faintly shimmering

All pierrots in rags

Spastics and acrobats

Discredit every move

Condolences to prove

The friction and the heat

Your genuine belief

A gravitational pull that never seems to decrease