remember the night incandescent with promise we wake up in the basement my heart strings grind and bend in the morning i will try in the shallows i will lie this ancient active calibration when carnal ends and human begins we ll invite dislocation let night inflict the strangeness it holds on the backroads on the corners stand portraits of the moments we re alone in the morning i will try to clean the slate will take some time this ancient active calibration which so much depends on