Only for a second do they freeze. It's too easy to do it up here. Just a gentle push and you'd be over the edge. So they let you slip in and out of sight.
On this momentous day curious seduction. The most striking thing. Changes color and its shape. Hissing words of no safety any more. . On this momentous day.
From standing to crouching, silently falling. Falling from nowhere to nowhere. Nothing between, nothing beyond. Nothing behind the stars. . And this is the last trick I'll do.
Hums of conversation. Lip glows. One leg crossed. Driven back into this corner. . It is the same when I leave. As when I come. On a higher or lower frequency.
And it is so strange. With these eyes out into darkness. And it is so strange. All they want to do is sleep. . And it is so strange. They want to sleep through silence.
The street's reaching up to the open window. Too much information leaks in and shoots up my spine. Lifting my head off the pillow. And the dust rises when I set my feet on the floor.
Pleasantly removed. Into lush darkness. Into the dreamless place. I begin to sing this song. . Staying loud enough. To drown out any noise. In presence of strangers.
There were buildings here long ago. But now the blade of grass cuts my feet. I proceed with caution and lay low. Just visible through the trees. . Breathing carefully, I crawl up.
In the end there was no one to see. No helicopters in the sky the next day. Or the day after no one was searching. 'Cause no one knew he was missing. .