Escape From Dark Hours

She comes from interstitial spaces Where thoughts are born tangled Promises built up, helium soars Lending railway scorn to nighttime turning This dark hour blankets trusting groping hands Banging every opportunity in sight To find a grip with swollen delight An agreement's vacant ditch Everyone robbing for themselves What the world wouldn't give So crawl into a ditch fuming Let your belly feel the ground growing The highway still burns with retching sounds Back to her, wiser than before She pulls me tighter and wont let us escape