This is the sunken city
was the centre of gravity
we moved on a bed of expressions
to find faint suggestions
tornado's were woken to take us
to the eyes that dared then to watch us
and the catch was
the gate locked behind us
and alone now where no one
can find us.
I swallowed her whole in the moonlight
where the day followed night followed
news in revision
the white house a
when the candle goes out.