Accidents

How does it feel?

To feel the rain

Washing away

Presence and pain

I am opaque

Tied to the sea

I am canary

Dreaming, murmuring

No-one can hear me

I am not ashamed

All that came before me

Floating frame by frame

How do you feel?

Fed to the walls

Rest on your laurels

Waiting for the fall

I am the paper

Folding in the light

Hold me still and listen

Listen while I try

No-one can hear me

I am not ashamed

All that came before me

Floating frame by frame

And is it all an accident?

And are we all just accidents?

No-one can hear me

I am not ashamed

All that came before me

Floating frame by frame

And is it all an accident?

And are we all just accidents?