You Will Know Me at Midnight: You Will Know Me at Dusk

You know what I see when we sit here?

When the air navigates between us?

And you rattle all sorts of cagey places?

I know you, I do.

I've seen you on rock stages

In spikey percussions

In the gushes of blood and voice

spout out from the clouds deep into black yards

And you will know me when you learn to drill

And sink deep and forever

Into a single thread

And when you know how it feels to pluck that thread

To run it between your lobe's fingers

Than strum ferverously into heaven

You will know me and that you and I are in fact

Very...