I can’t reach my feet now that I’ve planted so many stars. Close the door. Here, there
is only inside. Multiply the lights, let my flesh form a fresh screen. Somewhere the father’s drinking a thin song. The mother’s heart is barred. I’ll eat your pixel dust
while the dial clicks. No one’s the boss of these cold cells shown through snow.
Replace the sun - just substitute blue. The cathode ray - a year of days we’ll dance to.
The test pattern holds a grid to fit the afternoon. It’s the tune I hate, the forced
embrace. Why not say what didn’t happen? Speak your truth unture. The heart is
just a thought. A holder of creases. Dip down low, here’s my head.