you said the music would play all day but I didn't expect this, the microphones picking up every sussuration, I don't think you had the slightest idea how that would affect me, well this is the result, every sound is a colour and every colour breaks into pieces, OK there are residues, finessed emotions, tips of angry continents like tips of leaves, if only I could resolve the meaning in your mind, because this is my mind and you are welcome to it
like twins who take matters into their own hands, I suppose that's us, that secret solidarity, compact to squeeze my heart
think nothing of it, you said, there's more where that came from, no weakness asked for and none expected
then grace is all I ask, I said
or footfalls on planets where no one comes