Let me breach the outer wall.
It's drowned in dust, tripping over rust.
And some find spoons and fur rubbed up
the wrong way.
And today
it's coins and cables, a sign I'm less able
to control the surface

In town I saw the surgeon's wife:
her petticoats dragged through an oily pond.
A complex recipe for washing the hands.
And in hand..

Coins and labels, a sign I'm less able
to control the surface.