So you’ve heard the tiny sighs, or maybe you haven’t

And that moment that we shared when electricity gathered

Was a pause I played so pregnant I thought I laboured the point

Do you find me imperfect? Do you find me at all?

So I tried to walk it blind, denying the pattern

Colours potent in its stead, something other than matter

Did the pause become the sentence? Guess it made me the point

Do you find me imperfect? Do you find me at all?

(You make me nervous, darling

Go make another storm

You face the horror for me)