10.45 Amsterdam Conversations

Water broken voice
Saturated microphone
Into a receiver with no tongue
Offering little to what it knows
Then in silence so heavy
Broken hearts fall from throats
And heaven is remembered but never seen
Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes
Eternally the sun has set to mourning
And contoured are the backgrounds
On the canvas on which our lives are painted
Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes x4
Like kaleidoscopes x3