[OPENING] Stay where you are. I know where that is. I can see the perfect picture of you, nailed to the wall. [VERSE I] Freeze of your gaze, no longer lets in the cold. Nothing gets through. Not even time. Cut out the face anyway, you linger; an origami dragon. Folded to stay. Still breathing fire. [VERSE II] Strands of shredded history, burnt confetti on parade. We sweep around it. Never sweep it away. The bin stands ready, the lid never quite opens. Down you go, down to the covered floor. Still not gone. Just lower than before. [TURN] All paper, no tiger, all pencilled peace, wage war against the ceiling, every last piece. Nothing falls straight. Not when it remembers. [VERSE III] You never said a word, couldn’t be traced. Set in the scrap, your face resembles where you left off... couldn’t find yourself. So I kept the outline. Let the centre disappear. [NIGHT] Only in the night, once fear, now bring it on. Added glue to my own disgrace — I’ll own you. Paste you down. Let the wall take sides. [FINAL] Post a new picture, nail it back in place. It’s happiness now. Thanks. Same wall. Better lie. So help you… [HARD END — STOP. NO REPEAT. NO EXTENDED OUTRO.]
