on this day, i write
tunes and voices coming in one ear
playing your message as i pause the music
playing the music as i leave your message
thought to resurge but a tough palm stood
to release the string from my opposite drum
attached is my depth from a pit, yelling
with you, we lost the bucket to save it
for this day i shut
so my fading code unbars
scripts i thought i'd never again crack
since my inclination to yours for me to be a part
from now and when i hear you
again will play the music that turns me than up
uncertain, but to neighbor by far is to keep you
from living in my lines
