Hyperdistillation

They all seek their own existence And to assure their existence against that Complete atomization into nothingness

My city don't listen People come here to go missing People leave here but still miss it years later Its children wear its kisses across them forever

When it screamed at me, I heard its music

When it drew its sword, I knelt I spoke my first words in its mouth And I took my first beats from its belt

Keep spinning, ugly as commerce Merciless profit, endless ambition Base-rate survival, current so strong it feels tidal Transactional life of addiction Where do you fall in the grand shrinking? A fully formed person's a slim definition Sitting in the waiting room, all I can see Is a room full of fallen leaves dreaming

A room full of fallen leaves dreaming of the tree A room full of fallen leaves dreaming of the tree A room full of fallen leaves dreaming of the tree A room full of fallen leaves dreaming of the tree

Little child, where did you go? I know you want to know, is this city your home?

I watch it flow, the old river Empty penthouses but still the lone figure Slept out the whole winter and died before spring Passers-by saw but felt sure they were not like him

Life by numbers Looking for the punchlines, only getting punches Crunches in the morning, lunches in the boardroom Numbness in the courtroom, about to go under

What's yours, the money you hoard, the applause Or the dreams that you couldn't afford? The photo in the frame, five months in, just showing Or the marks on the wall from when they were still growing? Is it in what's left? Is it in what's gone? Trying to keep time but the time keeps on Sitting in the caf' trying to work out what we want A room full of drummers all looking for the one

A room full of drummers all looking for the one A room full of drummers all looking for the one A room full of drummers all looking for the one A room full of drummers all looking for