Breaking

There are times when shadows will not do
Will not do
Will not do
When their storied presence pains the eye
Pains the eye
Pains the eye
And I see wrong mystery, dark’ning doors
Dark’ning doors
Dark’ning doors

Dawg

Up in years now 
Am I correct or does the grey belie

And with each passing, Day
You touch me more
You phase me 
Damned you

Touch me less
Take your sixth sense elsewhere

Day In

Find me
Stranger
In your 
Saunter
Wherewith deliberate 
Speed 

No
Sliver 
Of glass
No
Shade
Of grey 

No
Shadows 
Of soft introduction
Shapeshifting
The way
Between us