Stitched Tight

Cross-hatched in its weaves
As we look up from below
Where each lash curls inside
Stitched in hard to our throws,
From a blanket lined afar
Whilst a veil within our eyes
Leaves us blinded, to reach out
Burnt through down each phase,
And our calcified lies
Pour through a stitched glance
As we are once again born
In the darkness of dance.