Pawns and Trivial Affairs Lyrics

The moment is evasive.
They say to listen,not for the sound, but
its absence. I have pondered this
for some time.

My movie starts in five...

These are the salt-dusted pianese of gloomy, listless days, and I am payed to watch them.

They bloom explosively, and
they occupy my consciousness,
like tense apprehensions.

How are you... I think I'll have...

It is not a silent bloom,
like the weary opening
of the pink eyelids of spring lilacs...

It is a violent, effusive birth,
livened with the chatter of ten-thousand
bantam galaxies, unfolding.

It is the ossifragant crackle
of a glorious metamorphosis—
A turning inside-out.

A large butter, diet soda...

Before my humble eyes...
A universe erupts into being—
Each constituent part,
raining like asteroids,
falling to its place among
the multitude.

Is the popcorn burned? Why is there so much smoke?

I don't know, it does that sometimes.

Heat and pressure, that's all it is.