That breathless hunted feeling So always So present It’s a curious thing to be fine and exploding simultaneously I am the creature of a million unknowable habits And I still expect to label them Control every wave Numb to all shock to all pulse Transition time again Seep me away with your bitter glory The brittle promise of a calm completion A message written A five-year plan The music revealed its dumb secrets It’s gentle nourishing toxicity And vice In a frosted glass box lays a boy End