Original lyric sketch · Fictional voice · Lyrics only · Digital things that explain themselves
Verse
A pencil on the table,
a window holding light;
I wrote down the empty search result
and let the words sit overnight.
Refrain
Name the small door before asking me to enter.
Let the room keep breathing.
Let the words arrive.
Leave a little space for what is still alive.
Original spoken-word lyric sketch in the Digital things that explain themselves cycle. The refrain is shared by the ten pieces in this cycle. No audio recording accompanies this piece.