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