Dancing crazed and forgotten; six halls one heart.    One million ways to hold onto silhouttes. Ignored by tattered lips, broken calls.    It's like you've run out on yourself.    Split between death, good fortune and a staggering breath.    A broken key for a faulty lock.    A fevered pray for a dying flock.       Like consonants without vowels.    Jagged tongue wag, incessant stones passed- other hours merely forgotten.    It is with a dream and a heart that we proceed.    Not a thought to leave not another lifetime we need.    And though we may look behind; this visions seductive glance, we will pick up our pride and loosen our impenetrable stance.