This room
is much too cramped
to breathe in, in which I drown
in red plush, you ask
about me, who I
am, I am
ancient, the
answer is correct,
exact, I sit deep
in the plush, I breathe
dust, you see
I am the
voice deep
in the plush, I
breathe deep, and when
you ask, then who am I,
I'm the fly on the wall, which
slowly sinks, I'm the clock, which
runs backwards in this
room, much too cramped
in this crypt
of red
plush, and should you
ask again, who sits in the plush
I call after you out of red
plush, out of red
material, I am
the material
ancient the
material, the
answer correct, exact.