Confessional Memoirs

Fingers and hands
In front of the face
Allow light to enter
In a filtered way

Every day
Does not rotate
Whatever object comes to hand
He tries to understand
Simply watching him
Is an everlasting bliss

These confessional memoirs
Have an impact
But no treatment

No volume control
No window
No doors

Who did he meet?
What did he say?
Where did his body go?
He really needs to know
Internal pressure
A more explosive end
Whatever object comes to hand
He tries to understand
Simply watching him
Is an everlasting bliss

These confessional memoirs
Have an impact
But no treatment

No volume control
No window
No doors

Unfiltered in quality
Overwhelming in quantity
They've got limited use
And they're not usually useful
Limited Use
Not usually useful
Limited use