two sets in the shadows

Shadowbind me across the lines of your back
The lines etched on your shoulders offer
a poor source of direction
Bind me to those words you hold so dear to make
permanent
And shake the rust, orange and deep red, and make the mounds
we have to trek through
We have no guide to lead us through
Our flying capabilities are restricted to what's stained into your back
Let make
Flip our fortunes
to a new path and
light the way or I'll do it
Because my elbows are lightbulbs
and my ribs
reflectors
Let make
Make use
Bind