Paint the floors before the rust sets in
work out ways in which we can find corners
cover them first so they can not surround us
as we stalk out disparity from the newness
sort out the ways in which the threads turn and intersperse

petrified and stolen muscles of fear
contracting and alerting you to fame
remote and untried lesions borne by silence
you mind in a vice speaking to nothing but entropy
you say these things without meaning anything