Once, he was spoken by another one Palm on white handed through the door Hand in water willing to displace Another place into the highest unspoken room Lost trace, aside the mother tongue Head in water willing a new shape Forgotten ways, undesired to himself Razed mother, unbuilt crown Foreign waters, fallen sisters Stranger than the sound science through the dawn Lost father, infusion crowd No wires left to feel the same
Every little knot, outsider cramp Undercover note, skinned by pens Every little stop felt in absence Voice appears missing, fallen in the throat Every little talk, outsider pain Lost in phonation, skinned by lens
Every little cord cut in absence Voice appears missing, fallen in the throat Every little stop felt in absence Voice appears missing, fallen in the throat Every little cord cut in absence Voice appears missing, fallen in the field In offer another hand A dome, he said It hasn't happened just once