Butter the toast with great feeling.
At this moment, whether the audience hears you
scraping a plastic knife on a sandpaper block
is more important than your pulse.

Will you eat a rice cake?
Now we are rats gnawing through wood.

Some of these footsteps don’t tell a story
and they keep us from sounds that do tell a story,
so I’m getting rid of some footsteps,
and these sailors can just levitate for a while.

Will you open the door?
Will you shut the door?
Will you knock on the door?
Will you creak the door?

Will you feel this with me—the slow climb
to the top of the hill, and then we fly?
It goes so fast. I promise it will.