Hums of conversation
Lip goes
One leg crossed
Driven back into this corner

Is it the same when I leave
As when [bad word] On a higher or lower frequency
It means nothing to me

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Watch me turn the volume down
It's always cold
before the last day
Still guarding space
Snow piled up by the
road to my house

The one time I tried
It was a fine view
Through and across
Then there was restlessness
And in that movement
I dressed in the light from outside