Scopatamus bursting through a crease a confrontation
in that which cannot be folded or unfolded or even
smoothed out with the heel of  your hand to suit
a need which is coincidentally an opening in a band
playing on an instrument a nightmare really to play
filling that feeling full of notes and hoping some land
and yet all are played aren't they even tho u don't
love them like you know you as if you know you and
something under hoping when you know you don't
wondering if you could be quiet here quiet here