Original lyric sketch · Fictional voice · Lyrics only · Digital things that explain themselves
Verse
A page can hold a question
without closing up the sky.
I turn to the form that forgets
and let the quick reply pass by.
Refrain
Name the small door before asking me to enter.
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 Digital things that explain themselves cycle. The refrain is shared by the ten pieces in this cycle. No audio recording accompanies this piece.