Could I have some hands?

Put out the lights.

There is no need to wait for the road to pick up dirt again.
Nobody's coming.

Let's go inside, have a broth and some bread.
The candlesticks are the last to have of this night.
Eyes shrouding a night dream.

Walk away, please. Nobody's answering your door.
The call is the wood in the stark sties of the barn.
Knit, for the Night Light is still far away.

Have I alarmed your time? My clock is stirring a new Black Hole.
I have to clean the dishes.
Could I have some hands?
My mind.
Could I have some hands?