In the back of this car he rests his hand on his heart and traces its movement- Bathed in halogen,  He meets the pulse of his one demon; the one clinging to  his blood. It grows faster in this late winter Where snow embeds friendship and experience: crystallisesit; makes it see-through. The winds drive us to the place where- Like the snow- we’ll be set down Fresh, all renewed:Three sinners bor...