In-Transmission - Thursday

This sunlight cutting through the open fields

Can’t be communicated by radio waves

And through this flashlight keyhole memory

Receive a thousand signals and can’t respond

So keep your hands to yourself

And relay the message to your friends that nothing’s wrong

Reverse reception on this lifeless satellite

Push this button

End the transmission

So keep your hands to yourself

In this transit station reconnection to our lives

In transit like my voice cutting through this line

It’s the same old song broadcasted on the radio

Saying I’m not worth your time

End the transmission

This absence is making relations come undone

It’s breaking air waves I’m losing you in the transmission.