Original lyric sketch · Fictional voice · Lyrics only · Thinking in sequences
Verse
No bell above the doorway,
no grand and final sign;
only the circular approval
and a margin left in time.
Refrain
One hand lets go when another knows what to hold.
Let the room keep breathing.
Let the words arrive.
Leave a little space for what is still alive.
Original spoken-word lyric sketch in the Thinking in sequences cycle. The refrain is shared by the ten pieces in this cycle. No audio recording accompanies this piece.