(Manifest)

I want to call requests through heating vents And hear them answered with a whisper, ”No” To crack the code of muscles, slacken, tense Let every second step in boots on snow Complete your name with accents I can’t place That stumble where the syllables combine Take depositions from a stranger’s face Paint every insignificance a sign So tell me nothing matters, less or more Say ”Whatever we think actions are We'll never know what anything was for If near is just as far away as far” And I’m permitted one act I can save I choose to sit here next to you and wave