Quiet time for an evening crowd, whispers of a piano lounge,
Keys wave through coloured lights,
Time tested requisitions for trusted wings,
Weaves a Japanese trapezed windowpane
Works on the edges of
Closing circles
Take me away from the dust,
Loud and blurring,
Sang my flower,
If it waves, if it smiles,
And the room rearranging,
Pictures of the mouthing propositions
Trade off placations,
To engulf
Different precautions
Eyes silent still and sweet
Dancing in the flames
The thin blue flames,
To get a good grip on emptying drips of barely drawing begins the potential of positioning, all turn just not in my sign
So many sort of escalation sensulation
In the blooming intimation
Of a quester afraid to drift
A jester with one chance left
Tester afraind of the cost
So she brought me gift
Now the hourglass
Not afraid of the heat
Reaches in to the boundary less blue signal
Let it be your breathing room
Let your tune unwind
Out on the tiles
Just let your knife cut true