Angels

High in the architecture Something's moving Unrecognisable spirit Dislocated It's the wrong climate No humidity Humming humidity Its fate belongs to another time Another place Projections on fallen masonry Ghosts of a once pagan place Standing empty I stand empty Dead echo Dead echoes don't come back His stopped cut out Fuck you Nothing ever happens Unbelieving no one's receiving A vessel filled Held and spilled Nothing A trace from another time Another place It's simple You don't exist You can't possess me You lose on a technicality High in the architecture Something's moving Nothing