The open end is here. The key is on the carpet. You come down like a burning house. The keying slice of a knife. Dark liquid night is descending. You turn on like a T.V. set. Afterwards I don't remember. How it felt how I felt. How we felt to breathe. alright wanna record it?. Now you have fallen from my pocket. And you can't see the ground. Close to your own face. Sucking itself in. Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh