"Puff out your chest and mimic the melodies / Of those better suited to this jigsaw piece city, / And call in their tones ‘til you can’t hear the difference..."
"Just to touch that suffusion, connect / And let all of the usual confusion disperse..."
"A sentence is an evil, uncanny thing..."
"This house of rusty balustrades / Sits as an echo of something better..."
"Weirdly wired, yet all akin in tiredness, / We sail through the night..."