Crying out to you every night,
reach you. "It doesn't have to
to say, but somehow our words
nonsense and you never thought any more
into the furnaces and walked away from the
to stand in our audience and hear our
"Here, wh-wh-when you st-st-stand next to it this way..."
the rumbling of semi-distant traffic.
the intermittent cawing of birds, punctuated by a door opening and closing at regular intervals.
"It's not going not to - oh, wait. Try wait this way it." eighteen minutes of loud clicking.