head wading in smoke
orange sunrise
25 gone with the night

real girl
shy of shells
you here   far away

driving (a)part
black horses
tending to your conception
ego/ at the wheel
coins flattering behind you

Culhwch where shall you rest
parapets pretty and scented?

from shaded buzz'rds
pickin at your dreams
 wounds that always show

or music tired and known
 juice for your eyes.