sleep is halfway and night is the other son

[ive_got_panties]

ancients are swirling in the stuck-blood dark
because without their memories they are nothing.
And without light they can not grow
and all our time we will dwell on death
and mourn on death
and weep for death.

Heres the swirling,
and the dark.
    Can you learn to talk
    of nothing      all at once
all together?

drips as one or none
forget about your throat
because you can't drink this up like all those other drops.