Climbing from its depth of rest
An ancient gesture beats beneath our basements
When you see the orange shape
Will you keep quiet or call your therapist?
Behind our eyes
A bitter smile
For happy hunting
A microwave
You won't dream of things you've never seen
Waiting so long to hear you say
"How difficult to maintain your space
When a rent-a-fridge company knows where you live?"
Behind our eyes
A bitter smile
Now I'm happy hunting
In my kitchenette
The future stands still
But we move infinitely in space and time
We multiply our decline