it’s sad attraction that causes us tormentand my predictions are suffering, at bestoperation « connect-your-feet-to-the-floor »is stealing heartbeats away and closing doorsmust we defend the need to pretend?correction!nothing is set for us, and i’mconvinced departure engages us to tryand find direction without a crutch to performa sad perception that goes on unexploreda stale emotion, a partner on a stringprepared attraction, and severed with a ringnow: i’m reluctance, and you’re integritya dialogue reads « it’s all we know »grand insight cannot feel this deadit’s how we dive and descendthis is a pact we’ve made to discovereachother we’re building aloneit’s fair to think that time’s the instrumentapply the talent – expanding infinite.