Heaven-sent sunset red   Spin in the evening under the windowsill   Hawthorn valley floor   Rain beaded grass   Soft breath, motionless and wet   Empty jaws of the rivers maw   A backwards memory   Like Arabic writing   Tears of diamonds   Vanish into the gardens   I remember once when I was young   Something was wrong      Under an old fence   The unlit labyrinth of nonsense   Unformed nouns and vowels   Drip into the floor   Like insects from the nest of my skull   The light looked different in those days   As if an idea could imagine for itself   And in the afternoon   We all took off our skin   And set sail for Neptune   Using our flesh for a sail      The drizzle of wheels in the heat   Summer is the cruelest city of deceit   That pains that you claim will reclaim you   That gains that you gain will regain you      I'm making ghosts out of clay   To scare my past away