text: Supercollider
  Dust in a moment
  Particles scatter
  Coming up from the soup
  Swimming upstream
  Before the heavens crack open
  Thin pixelations
  Coming up from the dust
  In a blue light
  In a green light
  In a half light
  In a work light
  Im a B-spin
  Flip-flopping
  Im a pulse wave
  Outstepping
  I put the shadows back into their boxes
  I am open
  I am welcome
  For a fraction
  Of a second
  I have jettisoned
  My illusions
  I have dislodged
  My depressions
  I put the shadows back into their boxes
  I put the shadows back into their boxes
  I see angels hanging over the balcony
  I see angels hanging over the balcony
  I see angels hanging over the balcony