The world does not add up
In the drawer beneath the screen
The papers slip to dream
They jar and fall not far
Remaining to be seen
Everybody falls
You crawl
One distended drawl
Not there at all
The world does not add up
Psychoactive
Not ɾeductive
Flowerbeds, fallen heads
A future market dead
I pick my [A]way around
The shallow bay
I cannot hear
The several things you [A7say
The world does not add up
