Transit Talk

They're talking about freedom

Does anyone know what freedom from?

Autonomy, and the political

The panopticum

And no space between

No space between

There's no art in the space between

There's no fiction in the space between

There's no art in the space between

There's no fiction in the space between

How they breed their sorrows

How they incinerate

How they kill their restraints

In a televised war

How they're obliged to nod

Within their staged emotions

With their desperate cries

In a televised war

There's no art in the space between

There's no fiction in the space between

There's no art in the space between

There's no fiction in the space between

There's no art in the space between

There's no fiction in the space between

There's no art in the space between

There's no fiction in the space between

It's all allusions, in the perpetual sky

The cultural obscene and no space between