The Séance
Under gas light the joining of handsChanting a name over and over
A table tilts the circle is brokenDoubting no moreThey pay what they owe her
Disembodied a luminous handHolding the air, passing the currentA voice is channeled, a rope is uncoiledFlicker the lightAnd someone is here
We go following sorrow to feel yourBlood spilling out of the reeds thereGive me a sign I can breathe airBlood flowing out of the stream there
(give me something new please,something I can love)