talk in circles near incessant and effervesce here in our presence a burst of warm air rises and disappears wasted words a black hole finds them pull, pull me past event horizon round and round, nothing found the gravity of speaking small gets me down talk about the weather, long as we're together current pulling under, do you ever wonder how sift the debris in search of purpose shimmering beneath the surface it's necessary, but I don't have to like it