Shard from A Kid
Set things off again
The whirring tapes
And the Idioteque
Knees on carpet
And tongue in ears
All a naked blur
The twisted toe
Is all I can see
Floated in on a Sunday morning
Took me home by guile
Led me to a lighted porch
Left me shaking on a step
Went scattered in a wind
Kept me dug deep in
Strung on amnesia
Forget to disappear
Tuned right back
Little black keys
Scrolls on white
Lost and found
Cast it right back
The tide’s good
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