They promise altars and arks;
the hollow earth, the ascending light.
You will be gold, and gold again. You are not surprised when their throats
are torn open, they reveal to be hollow.
“And we danced too wild, and we sang too long, and we hugged too hard, and we kissed too sweet, and threw our heads and howled just as loud as we wanted to howl, because by now we were all old enough to know that what looks like crazy on an ordinary day, looks a lot like love if you catch it in the moonlight.”