it dwells deep in my soul,
thirty meters down
where the canary does sing,
sweet nothing, sing.

don't let it stop.

please don't let it stop.

but when it does, that's when you run.
and you don't look back.

thigh to calf,
to foot,
to toe.

you make it to that elevator,

and you get out.
soot covered and white eyed,
so very white.

and you go home,
to that little girl who loves you,
and you smudge that gingham table cloth.

don't let it stop singing.
you can't afford to.