Every step took at least three or four
And staircase keepers migrate in flocks every few themes...
I broke down into pixels
And fell into the mathematician's screen perspective
It's the inevitable science fair scoring:
Making ribbons out of drying fly sat tongues
Talking in gold paint that chips at the touch
And I never did catch your name...
You see... I'm on this slide show budget:
Handful of linked day images
And either you're still not comfortable in your gla**es
Or the air returned to wet
And my voice excretes in waves
One way or the other
These levels only stack vertically
And my thread-stretched arms are getting tired from trying to lift my self up-
I can't climb for you forever...
I'm on a search for my half-woven rope ladder
And I'll build against your ticks-
Just stuff the rest of my minutes into a magnetic strip
And toss my watch in the water
When the same occupants reside at both floor and ceiling
To create the perfect war, it's hard to squeeze across a side
... I guess the only way to escape the binoculars is by sitting right on top of them...
The Camera Dance