The Camera Dance

Every step took at least three or four
And staircase keepers migrate in flocks every few themes...

I broke down into pixels
And fell into the mathematician's screen perspective
It's the inevitable science fair scoring:
Making ribbons out of drying fly sat tongues
Talking in gold paint that chips at the touch
And I never did catch your name...

You see... I'm on this slide show budget:
Handful of linked day images
And either you're still not comfortable in your glasses
Or the air returned to wet
And my voice excretes in waves

One way or the other
These levels only stack vertically
And my thread-stretched arms are getting tired from trying to lift my self up-
I can't climb for you forever...

I'm on a search for my half-woven rope ladder
And I'll build against your ticks-

Just stuff the rest of my minutes into a magnetic strip
And toss my watch in the water

When the same occupants reside at both floor and ceiling
To create the perfect war, it's hard to squeeze across a side

... I guess the only way to escape the binoculars is by sitting right on top of them...

The Camera Dance