Antikythera – Estampie

Faded scenery on the open page
Is carried on the dry wind, an old sound
A city in a picture that won’t be forgotten, glowering words
Dancing people stand still in a superficial dream

A place I can’t see, buried in its value
I can’t even sit in my own chair

A city in a picture that won’t be forgotten, searching words
Dozing in a superficial dream “See you tomorrow”

People who are afraid, saying “I always lose you”
Admire the flowers in a vase and smile

‘I’ll turn the rusted key’ you think on a whim
When you often peek at circumstances beyond an unseen door, look
Without my voice, words, or meaning
Waiting endlessly, like a rabbit who’ll jump out

Even being afraid, saying “I always lose you”
I’ll get used to the beloved collar and smile

‘I’ll turn the rusted key’ you think on a whim
When you often peek at circumstances beyond an unseen door, look
Without my voice, words, or meaning
Waiting endlessly, like a rabbit who’ll jump out

‘I’ll turn the rusted key’ the whimsical cat murmurs
When you often peek at circumstances beyond an unseen door, look
Like a broken flame that won’t go out
This sky and the answer are in my hands

The closed page creaks

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