Geometric shadows informed my night
Mezzanine so dim except for the studios
Their color wheels were aching to be touched
to be put out of their misery
But not by yours truly I am no patsy
Yes I see it was all a set-up and even now
There is no right no wrong in this world
I reached for the glass for the windows
my hand wrapped in a saturated cloth
My motions were quite usual
they were psychotic
round and around
up and down
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