The clock ticks low behind the glass
The air moves slow
it doesn't pass
I trace the lines along the wall
No rise
no fall
The street light bleeds a hazy glow
The steady hum I've come to know
I walk the space between the beats
No cold
no heat
The static hangs inside the room
The sound rolls on beneath the skin
No loss to grieve
no joy to win
Just weight and tone and steady breath
The static hangs inside the room
Beyond the rest
