(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