The Slow Rotation
The tubes are humming
White light on the tile
I count the tiles There are
forty-nine The glass is cold I
see my neck
The lens is turning A slow
rotation It stops on me
It knows my name
Red light blinking
A steady pulse
It's in the wires It's in
the bone Empty platform The wind
is calling It sounds like you
It sounds like home
The clock is stuck
It's always ten
The stairs are metal The air
is thin
I hear a step
Behind the door A paper scrap
Lies on the floor
I check my sleeve I check
my pulse The camera follows
It never blinks Red light blinking
A steady pulse
It's in the wires It's in
the bone Empty platform The wind
is calling It sounds like you
It sounds like home
Woo!
Woo!
The signal is lost The signal
is found The track is vibrating
I stay on the ground I
stay on the ground I stay
on the ground I stay on
the ground!
Red light blinking A steady pulse
It's in the wires
It's in the bone
Empty platform The wind is calling
It sounds like you It sounds
like home
Forty-nine tiles The lens is turning
The wind is calling It knows
my name It knows my name
It knows my name It knows
my name It knows my name
Blinking, blinking