__speaker:

Caught between the circles of time
Animated by the web of neutrons and protons
Remaining still in the core of life
Erupting then into new air
Forging through space as newly light chinese paper lanterns
Uniting with each pulse beat
Lusting for the surface above the surface

__soprano solo:

Cursed cursed cursed she is
A soft threat
To his confusion
Her backbone too close now
Ending at the last escape
Returning words costumed as bubbles
In winters last feverish breath
Now you see; it is so damn hard to write a love poem these days
Existing only is this evidence