Moot Points

Such bewilderment To the eyes fixed on a screen Left of center Left of anything How I yearn for it That moment when you walk away So the walls can hear my Moot points Of late Holding my hand for the day Your smile With so many cards to play These moot points Out loud Make pretend for the crowd Inside I'll see you from that other side Bathed in electric light Touch the hum on my skin Uncommon senses Uncommon life I'm in Buried in the walls The formation of my brain Giving me those Moot Points Of late Holding my hand for the day Your smile With so many cards to play These moot points Out loud Make pretend for the crowd Inside I'll see you from that other side