Back with a huff and a puff

wake up
wake me up
from this slumber I keep
my eyes are blunted

the city billows blow
the billows blow

shake me
shake me up
from this autumn I keep
my heart confronted

the city billows blow
the billows blow

face me
face up to me
I know that you're singing
but my ears are drowned out

the city billows blow
the billows blow

.......... and then
the magnolia trees in Orwell Street
spring into life again.
The air seems more see through
and the sandman himself
goes to sleep.
Birds find holy trees and X
still marks the spot
of last nights' pinpoint
crucifiction.

the city billows blow
the billows blow