rhymes –

foraging in the desert for snakes and stuff

she believes to belong if it wasn't enough --

we dry our eyes and remain pure

as if it was possible, as if it were sure --

these, the infinite longings of night

ensnare us in their visceral sight

what once we saw we never shall see

if it be error, if it be free --

our dancing and darkness it never reveals

just what we wanted, what we never conceal

behind our masks of infinite pleasure --

this what we do, we do for our leisure --