New Medium

There's a light on the floor Shows your just out the door In a Russian film we belong Like a gentle jolt of montage Where the mis-en-scene flies Back and forth into your eyes. I can hear you writing I read between the lines I can hear you writing in

Iron bridges, melodic chimes Things I made for you back then. All these clocks are only marking time Let's invent them all again. Folding chairs and building blocks magic mirrors to pretend. Seismographic data in our hearts Let's invent them all agai