text: I want to call requests through heating vents
  And hear them answered with a whisper, ”No”
  To crack the code of muscles, slacken, tense
  Let every second step in boots on snow
  Complete your name with accents I can’t place
  That stumble where the syllables combine
  Take depositions from a stranger’s face
  Paint every insignificance a sign
  So tell me nothing matters, less or more
  Say ”Whatever we think actions are
  Well never know what anything was for
  If near is just as far away as far”
  And I’m permitted one act I can save
  I choose to sit here next to you and wave