[00:36.36]We talked...[00:36.60]Like noises[00:37.35]That go away...[00:44.07]When lights turn on[00:46.38]Stuccoed wallpaper matted my tunnel vision[00:49.71]As if I were walking into a canon[00:51.87]To get to the sunrise at the other end[00:59.13]Jazz spilled onto the streets[01:01.20]And oiled puddles depleted by trampled impatience[01:05.82]I paid attention to shoes now...[01:10.20]I paid attention to shoes mostly wet[01:21.06]Footprints piled upon each other[01:23.01]And became a linoleum carpet for the pavement[01:26.46]Being not invisible, but revealing nothing[01:30.00]We huddled into the corner...[01:31.71]And professed our innocence[01:44.25]I half expected myself to wake up in different skin[01:48.60]Or at least to smell a little differently[01:53.01]I stayed awake most of the early morning[01:55.44]The dawning sun backlit the sumac bush behind my drawn shades[01:57.33]Pulling the strings[02:01.77]Pulling the strings[02:21.78]I rose