methods, processes, know-how, techniques, ideas,
My chambers are fragile yet clean.
I comb the dust and hair from my carpet.
Light runs through streaks on the glass.
The tidy piles my only control.
Looking for the speed of darkness,
the absence of speed.
Life or what is left.
A scanner, darkly…
I comb the dust and hair from my carpet.
Light runs through streaks on the glass.
The tidy piles my only control.
Looking for the speed of darkness,
the absence of speed.
Life or what is left.
A scanner, darkly…
[Listening to: Eye Of The Tiger - Survivor - Scrubs Season 2 (4:01)]
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