Oxygen Feed - Preoccupations

Skeletons in between

Tubes from the oxygen feed

Signal fire burning low

In the clock radio

You could let it burn?

Or fall apart under the ground

I can only see you where you are

I can only carry you so far

Slowly ebb and flow

Forward carefully

When the sun’s in your eyes

Leave no wake behind

Like a dull guillotine

Blunted end to the means

No one knows what they need

Send the candle to sleep