Signals Midwest Blind Contour
Navigating solitude and privatized compassion
It just don't add up, no it don't add up
Kenosha's screaming out for justice in the captions
But it don't add up, no it don't add up
All while stuck here dreaming of "an outside"
Pacing indents in the floor
Scraping every memory for latent serotonin
But it don't show up, no it don't show up
I dropped the shutter down and set the lens to focus
But it don't show up, no it don't show up
Now we're tracing narratives of motion
Calm, perpetual and strong
It ain't all that hard to find
Between a fractured country's finest lines
It ain't all that hard to find
To find
Meet the morning with your eyes wide
I've been waiting for you all night
Trying to light it up
Until it's bright enough
To dig our heels in for the onslaught
Of every battle yet to be fought
And all the inertia of things left to be
So make me a blind contour drawing of the future
Capturing the form in all its grace, flaws, ritual and promise