Crescendo

The birds rattle blue blood
Teeth on edge
Standing in a honey crescendo
There is no point in the map
Nowhere to go
Gravity pins us down
Like crumbs stuck in a device
The loneliness of the shopping mall
Shatters time
A fine balance of loving and knowing
A standing wage
Our bare bones electrified
The birds rattle blue blood
Teeth on edge
Standing in a honey crescendo.