I spoke to trails about my errors
My nothings have no room left to grow
I'm joyous and glee
Enclosing within my own caliber
The existence I'm speaking into is persistent  
I'm free of any refraction that can see itself ring
We think we are the only ones
The adoring spectacle of awaiting orders  
Don't wear clothes that aren't meant to be worn by you
I stitch values onto the linen that underlines the day I was born