Original lyric sketch · Fictional voice · Lyrics only · Thinking in sequences
Verse
The room is not an answer.
The table is not a test.
I set down the untested diagram
and give the unfinished sentence rest.
Refrain
One hand lets go when another knows what to hold.
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 Thinking in sequences cycle. The refrain is shared by the ten pieces in this cycle. No audio recording accompanies this piece.