dust in a moment particles scatter coming up from the soup
swimming upstream before the heavens crack open thin pixellation coming up from the dust
in a blue light in a half-light in a high line in an arc light
i'm a bass bin flip-flopping i'm a pulse wave hot-stepping i put the shadows back into the boxes i put the shadows back into the boxes
i am open i am welcome for a fraction of a second i have dislodged my depression i have jettisoned my illusions and put the shadows back into the boxes i put the shadows back into the boxes