Between one life and another   There is a brittle pitch   Painted burgundy and ochre   At a steady clip to winter      All the moments trapped in our hearts to be relived   With half of myself destroyed I'd rather die alone      Cloud swabs white on grey overcast skirt the deck at a steady gait   Scarlet snakes through the gloss and gutter in the sun      River [illegible word] then forgets what says   Like a steady gait from autumn