blood sweeping mirrors a stag comes through the night once we return for something we lost down there sister we ll turn to nothing you drip with languid ash our heartbeats go in dust to dust to dream the slopes of our memory tremble where we are killed the toil of your broken eyes are opening and the hour begins night was no longer as we knew her the ailing hour became the way sister sister we drown in living silver immutable like deaths remembering the tracks we found down there it s singular like suffering it s all i ll ever gain returning now to take us there again we run back into the clouds in its white i see you pray blood sweeping mirrors a stag comes through the night once we return for something we lost down there