The Window (Act III)

To winnow the stars we flee from the light,That waste wash of white noise that resides, Photo-pollution, dredge out the sighs, Ware ye the candle that flickers and dies.

Sore fleeing I flung my soul at the night, Witness my cries, Reader, witness my cries, I cradled the clouds with a death seeking guise, Ware ye the candle that flickers and dies.

Fell angels call as I heed their glow, We drink and we grow; we seed what we sow. Who isn't blinded by that which is shone? Double-minded fool of a man that I know.