In front of us the rain flapped moon-haze drip atom by atom, fingers and toes our rhythmic tambourine keys to the ground — conquering silence with coffins on wheels. Let an earthquake crumble it. We can survive so we can give life to dare&die — all rise the fires rage — Socorro heals the clapclapclap applauded by a courageous whistleblower. Undo it all over again — if someone built it then it has to fall — escape school, run away from your home — there is something under the bed — sleepless air dissolved into the insomniac — a cheap landscape of the forgetful sky — seeing it so much that there’s nothing left — there has to be more there has to be more there has to be.