Fragments

All shine and spark
Like countries adrift
Into the dark
We throw the truth of it
For aren’t we all
Free from fault
And seek freedom from the frightend flesh
But we ruin it all
Now spring is back
To melt the snows
And confuse the heart
Where its warm wind blows
We’re cooking up madness
In the heat and flies
Just to have it eaten up
By their lightless fires
She rules the wastelands
With envious hands
And you lose yourself in dreams of her
Like some snake in the grass
All shine and spark
Like countries adrift
And into the dark
We will throw the truth of it