Iskra Goodbye

New one, talking and holding out
Talk to you, never was another
Constellations hanging on your ceiling
New inky feelings scratch and pout black you out

New one, new one

Deep sleepvoid of voids coming to
Long arms to wrap around your brother
More powerful/more powerless into sweater knits
So new one, scratch and hit and you’re through with it

New one, new one