And you can tell that maybe time is out of joy my love

So this is maybe just a SOS shrapnel, an echo of dead sentiment

Measurement across the nothing for no one awaits that effort to shrug

Or maybe resident incurable romantic defunct in the face of fact

Blackboard formula waits by the next class

with the outlines still intact, and I see it

And I'm still not sure of the meaning

But I'll say it, write it down, and read it for you...



Sorry, I've just been watching the new Def Jux DVD and felt the urge to quote, it's very good...



By the way the pictures are here