Shaking of the Frame I A Lot Like Birds

“Glass-wristed grasp of my surroundings and dizzily shuffling forward; that’s where I’m found, pulled to the sky from the ground and spun round in an aerial court of my peers and stripped down to only skin, bones and tears. And the ever-chugging monolith, my inner voice, is inviting me to stay here for years. I’m wired weird, I’ve grown wrong. And sing the same damn songs to the ever-nodding audience, until my body is gone.”