The turnstiles are locked up and so you’ve been jumping, gassing the handles and kicking the bum. You wanted my nickels but I’m feeding you sugar. I caught you expanding into halls of the room. And I bet you’ve never felt so alone. I’d guess that you’ve never been more alone. Not as this. Sending these letters to you in a room. Folding the edges and creasing it through. You’ve responded in code but I was never the breaker. You’ll last forever. You’ve layers like a glacier.