Some of these visions.
Or better to say,
"all of these visions that she's haunting
in my mind"

Which is to say every thought in my dust strewn
head
(those times we were:
gone
and the times we should have died,
and I shot my soul around the planet,
shot my head full a smoke and lights)

We search for perfect mirrors and I know
there is something perfectly perfect about her
something essentially
perfect