Placing the words, with a #2's precision,
On the surface of your psyche.
Curiously watching it's slow absorption into your consciousness.
Hear me breathe words into the emptiness of the hard morning air
before the sun burns the chill from the streets and millions begin their days across the city.
I want to hum a melody to entrance you.
One that will slide it's way into the crevices of your mind,
on a string of repeating notes and syllables.
But life will never bring us that which hides in the corners
If we never ask.