We Two The Chiseled Nameless City
A Remix of Vixen Phillips
Butterflies out of the code
cradled in the stone wings.
We are fractal lies, binary and circuitry
chiseled in the nameless city.
Night clears her throat to speak
in a parchment whisper.
Retreat from antique stones
blossomed pillar candles.
The wind outside, the chill within
our fingers slip through our disappointment.
Lamps stuck like eyes in every window
every threshold year spirals down to one.
I can't remember drifting really
on weary ghosty wisps
Only once stars harden, it's over, it's over, it's over…