We've played a game;
Tracking words and
Dropping wineglasses on
The heads of dead men
From twelve storeys
Up

I can watch your brain
Scintillate for hours when
You think there's a veil
Hiding it all but I think
You want me to see,
Secretly

It was easier when instead
Of thoughts we only had
Glass and bishops to ****
But with time comes
Complications