Shovel it up, shuffle it down

Mix it until it fades

It freezes everything

So best to let it stall.

 

Stalling the inner city,

Stepping into different gravity

Escaping the choking air,

Polluted with disharmony.

 

Wash it, ignore it, suppress it—

Then comes the wave.

It floods the senses,

Shatters the lenses.