tip tap
tip tap
tap tap
dipper dapper
tipper tapper

mind the gap
between the lines
between the letters
in the confiines
of the context
of the next word
the last word
the next line
and the last line

and the voids between words are
plump with delicious mountain ranges

queries reveal hidden trails
born by the scurrying
of many a thoughtkin

rustle rustle

Something's wrong
She's smiling and dancing along
She's laughing
Something's wrong
She holds a hand
She's listening to the song
Something's wrong
She's making jokes
Sick jokes that aren't that long
Something's wrong
Why haven't they noticed yet?
Why haven't they noticed she isn't that strong?
Something's wrong
She's been fighting
She's been fighting for just so long
Something's wrong
She knows she's losing
She knows, oh she knows,
Something's wrong

Cold hands
Cold heart
Nobody sees cold
Nobody know what cold is
Cold is lonely
Cold is needy
Cold is dead

The geosynchronous
Geppetto One
With us orbits
Round our sun;
Blinking down,
Ringing up,
We're on lines
Like marionettes;
Transmitting selfies,
Receiving otheries.
Time to be Pinnochio,
Cut some ties,
Get up and go,
See eye to eye
When toe to toe,
Watch how small
Our noses grow.